Photographs are not always about the photograph…
I was picking up a freshly baked bread this morning and I was thinking about a photograph I made. It was far from a mind blowing one, but I just liked it.
Photographs are not always about the photograph you know.
In this case it was a catalyst just to write and arrange some words.
And that is fine.
And that’s all…
I am not afraid of death
Only what comes before it
The chances we didn't take
The life we did not chose
Afraid of those two hands
Slowly moving on that platter of that old Victorian clock
A bit too fast
A bit too slow
With luck
Or without
If a bird took me away and forced me to speak to god
I would would tell him I fought with all my heart
Fought across fields made out of flowers of hope
And let the wind take away what anyone else would think of me
I don't care I do care I don't care
I would roll around the grass and look at the sky
Saying a gave it my all
I am not afraid of death
Only what comes before it
I must I must I must
Never waste
What came before it
Even if I have to crawl...