Tomorrow.

lets live tonight, while we still see the light

lets break the mirrors here, lets bring the sunset near

tomorrow we’ll be older…colder.

don’t keep quiet, drown the song behind

not far, lets walk further.

tomorrow we’ll be older…colder.

breaking strawberries here

while fall brings down that leaf,

let the finish line go, this isn’t for real

tomorrow we’ll be older…colder

The Rat Song.

im bored out of my wits
im feeding on the bits.
that my rat left me in the cellar
after we talked over a beer.
my rat, it promised to bring
more laughter than you think
my rat it brought me life,
a tear and some kink.
it became my best friend over the years,
ate my nose one day in fear,
that i could smell its tail from below
the oats i often sow.
so now i let it be, sometimes for weeks in a row
while it runs around back yards
almost always laden with snow.
but iv kept a little cheesecake
and im telling you this so you know
and you can tell him if you saw ;
that cheese takes awhile
to go bad no matter after a while.
my nose it will grow
and this, my friends know
when there is no food in the storms
this nose will follow the trail
of cheese and jam trapped in snow
while the rest can forever blow.

my rat friend you are  welcome.