It's been a minute
Since I've taken the time
To pen a rhyme
Out of my mind
In the thick of a mess
I guess my stress I must confess
My thoughts my world
The worth of it all I doubt
Could it be worse?
Often did I think: "it is in vain"
Often did I sink in my pain
Woken up before rings the clock
In the cold of the morning
Forgotten beautiful fleeting dreams
Nothing more than a pile of dust
Spinnin' around my lack of luck
Ducking behind a lack of trust
The value of Time's A Wasting
"Time's A Wasting"

The young and the poor fantasize
When they both eye the wealth of the old
All they see is the fancy the gold
What you see what you get
Though what you neglect is what you regret
Too many forget to pay the price
'fore they can afford to get the prize
Too many fall by pride
Blame it on the blind kind
Too many times was I myself this close to fail and dive in it
Eyes closed hands crossed
But the Value of the Time I'm weighing
24 hours a day: I'm counting
Locked inside a wheel of time
Racing against time no more
Patience is the key the realest metaphor
I was 24

Skethes of a man
Esquisses

Méditer pour taire des pensées qui le moral n'ont de cessent d'enterrer
Remords et tristesses décrits avec adresse et justesse
Il chante tête lourde chante coeur léger
Sans la moindre tache de fausse note
Fauché ou fortuné jamais fâché de gagner son pain dans le son
A la vitesse du son passe le temps
Cependant n'efface guère son fier sourire aux lèvres
Ecrit des proses dans sa soledad
Rimes sur fond de saudade
Cool et bien détendu reste le poète
J'répète
Cool et bien détendu reste le poète

Esquisses d'un homme
Skethes of a man

Esquisses d'un homme
Skethes of a man

Mano y mano Samos Cassegrain
Mano y mano Sam au piano