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Shout to the sky Piss on the moon Spit in Jupiter's eye The end is soon And come with me For a swim in the sea Wade in the shallow water The Earth is growing hotter Never leave its growing warmth Never enter its only heart We live, we cry And then we die Only to start the journey over. Until Our Quest Is Done Wet leaves slide down your back No more blue in the sky of black Walk with me in the stinging rain Never mind them, they're all insane Never better will our lives be When I'm with you and you're with me Run we shall, into the sun Until our quest is done. · · · · · ·
David A. Garrett, is a high school graduate who will be attending a community college in the fall to transfer to the University of Tennessee and study Journalism. He lives in Knoxville, TN, enjoys reading, writing, listening to great classics (Pink Floyd, Doors, etc.), and cliff jumping. Do you wish to share your opinion? We invite your comments. E-mail the Editor. Please include your full name, address and phone number. If we publish your opinion we will only include your name, city, state, and country. Please, feel free to insert a link to this poem on your Web site or to disseminate its URL on your favorite lists, quoting the first paragraph or providing a summary. However, please DO NOT steal, scavenge or repost this work without the expressed written authorization of Swans, which will seek permission from the author. This material is copyrighted, © David A. Garrett 2002. All rights reserved. |
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