Save your golden days as time goes byBefore golden years expire
We are philosophers of our timeFloating in the moon's evening glow
Time is passing : not leaden steppingBut sprinting on winged feet,Quick silver slipping by.
God is my supermanI tug on his cape:
Your kiss swallows meAnd engulfs my very soul
Your laughter : the drugThat cures my emotional infection
You read my words and instantly we are both connected
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