to be continued.

now it is done.
this time she has won.
second to none.
time has the gun.

still smoking when you die.
this is the way you fly.
up where we are free.
where i am you.,
and you are me.

at one with so many around.
why does it seem to bring me down.
sitting here once asked for this dance.
how can it pretend to be just a glance.

is it how i am hopeless in you?
is this how you are in him to?

--tim