Adam's Garden

in the end of the day, there was love and sharing to be had, and with more than the togetherness of youth there was the starvation of one man.  he was quiet and good natured he was unassuming but still assumed.  there was light in his voice, the carrying pitch of youthful dismay.  i was quiet too i said but the still did not care.  i was in this too i said but he could not hear me.

after the party i went home and cried for about an hour.  there was life and there was life and nothing was meant to be that way again.  i got home and took off my clothes.  my girlfriend woke me up and said baby baby why are you so sad?  i said baby baby i am sad because my guitar is broken and every time i see the music in the sky i want to cry.

there is a moral there.