I see
What isn't there and what might be:
All the pages falling open
Out of my grasp
The future floods my fingers:
The blood that binds the bone
For us a given, unforgiving known
(All I've known unknowing)
Although I'm stumbling onward on the words
The script is always clasped
Within my hand, encrypted
(Now I see)
A loosening grip
A palm asweat from clenching...
The binding's ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor
The book slips through my fingers
All the pages falling open
Man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Oi jau cia turetu padirbeti viesuju rysiu specialistai.welcome to XXI century Negi nesimato kad rusai iki mano amziaus megsta vakarietiska kultura.ta pati muzika filmai drabuziai keliones.jiems priklauso ateitis te seniai pasilaidoja po tankais o ne jie