“Things change when you learn to loosen your grip. I think one way and the future is desperate. I think another way everything is in sight. Trees bend so branches don't have to break. We mend the wounds of our last mistake... I live one way holding onto the fence post. I live another way sliding off into space. Each life is loosely assembled... Birds swim, fish do fly. Proud man begins to cry. Birds swim, fish do fly. Things change, so why can't I?” ThinkingMenWayLastsLife IsSpaceMistakeBreakTreeCryProudBirdSightFishesWoundsOne WayPostsBranchesDesperateSwimFenceThings ChangeAnother WayHolding OnProud ManFence Post Author:Tim Finn
“You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from overkill... Choose whether to laugh or to cry. Menace and promise mingle in your eye. Wait, it's only a matter of time. You know everything will be fine... Rain falls down and the seas run high. When you're by my side we can rise above it. Let me dry all the tears inside. On your way you cannot hide from the howling wind and the roaring tide. You might get hurt but your fears will subside when you at last escape from the tears inside.” KnowsWayMatterMightEyeRunningLastsSufferingFallWaitingSidesHurtSleepLaughingSeaCryTearsStrangeWindFineSorrowPromiseBedSkillsOceanRainLet MeDown AndDryTidesPaleNailsRise AboveWeepingFalling DownMenaceRoaringMatter Of TimeRise Above ItOverkillHowling Wind Author:Tim Finn
