Walking on the edge of time,
My mind with divided replies,
Stains my world, in turn,
I must read between the lines.

Sitting on the brink of reality,
Coaching choices of creation.
Defining the line of twisted time,
And subtle connotation.

Making the rules as I go,
The story unfolds.
Never look back,
And I will never know.

Feeling my way,
No sight, sense, or mind.
Wander through the park
Of the concept of time.

Thinking about the edge that is near,
Never skipping a beat.
Having no regrets
Is my incredible feat!

Every moment as if it were my last,
My body slows and my mind is at lapse.
Questions, answers, setting standards,
Life and liberty, from God it was handed.

Crushing blows of emotion,
I dont want to be judged.
It is he who is I,
That I just realized.

Dont listen to the voice,
But the divine sense within.
Now thats completed,
Im ready to begin.

My life as it were,
Many lives deterred,
From the light we heard,
You will never learn.

The concept I preach,
Bridge the gap, and teach,
Just to make ends meet,
Is what I strive to believe.

Deterred by the precedent
Set way before me,
Happiness is a state of mind,
It is happiness I seek!

Well, Holidays in the city are always a timeless recipe for disaster.
When you add a transit strike and bit of bad weather,
A full blown media frenzy will be the result, almost enough
propaganda to make the average new yorker forget about
Nick and Jessica for a moment, and acknowledge eachothers
existence.

So lets see. A "transit strike", a "blackout", and.....and....what
else....? Oh yea,,, 9-11... Whats the next disaster to make
manhattan unite for 24 hours. A rat epidemic?

And now that "happy holidays" has become the
politically correct way to say "merry christmas" and
"Chrisma-Chana-Kwanzika" has become a common
household phrase. One can only laugh at the distorted priorities
of our country. Why dont you ask the troops in Iraq if they care
about your extra long commute during the transit strike?