"A boat, beneath a sunny sky,

Lingering onward dreamily

In an evening of July--

 

Children three that nestle near,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Pleased a simple tale to hear--

 

Long has paled that sunny sky:

Echos fade and memories die:

Autumn frosts have slain July.

 

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,

Alice moving under skies

Never seen by waking eyes.

 

Children yet, the tale to hear,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Lovingly shall nestle near.

 

In a Wonderland they lie,

Dreaming as the days go by,

Dreaming as the summers die.

 

Ever drifting down the stream--

Lingering in the golden gleam--

Life, what is it but a dream?"

  

- Lewis Carroll

 

i'm a strange one

 

"i see your perfect little eyes

watch the shadows of the clouds

on the surface of the ocean

out the window of the plane

i get nervous when i fly

i'm used to walking with my feet

turbulence is like a sigh

that i can't help but over think

 

what is the purpose of my life

it doesn't have to do

with learning to let it go

live vicariously through you

you could do the same

it's the least you could do

because it's a lonely little chain

if you don't add to it"

  

RIP Kurt Cobain, George Carlin