Subject coming and going
DateCreated 10/17/2006 10:10:00 PM
PostedDate 10/18/2006 7:52:00 AM
Body

I've noticed people adding me and deleting me as a friend here at myspace a lot lately and I wonder why... I worte a few posts a while back about why I might send you an add request if I stumble across your myspace, but the offer to ask why is always open for you if you are curious...

sometimes the answer is boring because I didn't have time to explore much and it's simply that I like your picture for some reason... my eyes behold beauty and beauty is a very welcome connection here... often it's the quote next to your picture or words on your page...

anyway, I recall something I wrote years ago when I first started paying attention to the transience of online connections and that lead me to this (suddenly, the sensitive side emerges):

there was once a kilowatt
who shone like the sun
reading her was magical
knowing her was fun
then one day she disappeared
couldn't tell you why
seems to happen a lot in life
sort of makes me cry
why do people go away
long before they die?

people come and people go
like stars in the night sky
always passing overhead
a hello and goodbye
distance makes the heart grow fonder
distance makes the mind forget
and what is real in the here and now
has not happened yet
but still I don't regret

I've known a lot of beautiful
people who shared love
and I believed in trusting them
with all that I dream of
but one by one they disappeared
couldn't tell you why
seems to happen a lot in life
sort of makes me cry
why do people go away
long before they die?

people come and people go
like stars in the night sky
always passing overhead
a hello and goodbye
distance makes the heart grow fonder
distance makes the mind forget
and what is real in the here and now
has not happened yet
but still I don't regret

I will not name all of them
they know who they are
each one was the kind of friend
you wish upon a star
what is it 'bout a dream come true
that never seems to last
with them time seems to stand still
then they become the past
are the best things in life free
because they do not last?

people come and people go
like stars in the night sky
always passing overhead
a hello and goodbye
distance makes the heart grow fonder
distance makes the mind forget
and what is real in the here and now
has not happened yet
but still I don't regret


and still I look for something that lasts... knowing I am a dreamer, still hoping I'm not the only one who's still single