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| Rio Parana, Rosario, Argentina |
At the cusp of reality I sit,
At the nexus of change I sit,
Together with my friend I sit,
His name has come to be Carpe Diem.
We speak of chance, luck and times,
When fortitude and strength we did call on,
Of times when the road so long,
Left us weary but never broken,
I look at him and share my drink,
He stares the open waters down,
Behind us a city awakes,
To the sound of rain, a dreary day.
The people mumble of the day today,
Of the hiding sun and covering clouds,
My friend and me, we smile together,
For we see beauty in the darkest days.
We turn together, for a woman does stare,
She stands above a pillar of stone,
She seems so familiar to the both of us,
But surely we cannot place her well,
He passes the bottle back to me,
And as I sip the river flows on below,
We are at the end of a glorious trip,
We hug each other, for being true to one another,
Now we must part,
And subtly live,
But keep each other in our hearts,
For together the world does seem better.
There will be a day,
Not long away,
When i will knock,
To take you to a land away,
And until that day,
Live in peace,
For my friend your beautiful,
And soon ill wish for times with you.
