memories are times we borrow for spending tomorrow

this is my hour, i’m never going to bed.....the sky is still black, but begs to be red......i just put my book down....but it begs to be read.....i’m not nod....i’m not napper, never rest my head....some days i feel i’m getting smaller and smaller but some nights i seem to grow taller and taller....and we keep shrinkin and shrinkin but this will not finish......you’re never nothing...if you didn’t disappear.....just when i discovered the meaning of life, they change it.....just when i’m loving life, it seems to start raining.....i pulled the sail safe switch, sea sail and i’m into the stars.....i love the rain on my scars........the sky’s now red, my eyes reflect jets smiling at this blessing this life is the best......i want to notice chances i’ve passed without notice.....i want to see details previously veiled i want to grab that chance, carry it home so i can marry and know that i noticed every chance that i could have passed without notice.......i saw details that to all were veiled and i grabbed those chances, carried them home......and then i’ll have had it with roaming....if it’s bleak, or if the week’s leaking down the street, or if any days wasted i want to face facts....my time on this earth is my only penny....wise is the gent counting every moment spent.....i don’t want to explain things, don’t wanna fill in the gaps.....i want to look at my friends and in that minute be at…