Can I close my eyes
and feel the rain upon me?
The heat of the sun
lets me know I’m alive.
The feeling of wind
washing the world off me.
The time of my life.
So, time is falling away,
they say,
life’s short anyway;
well worth the weight.
Can I see in the morning light?
First births looking good today.
Why rise when I’m
just rushing to waste… time?
Why not make it good?
Good things come from good life.
All I have is the time of my life
the sight in my eyes,
built to feel everything
all of the time.
Having the time of my life.
HG – 1995-2000
