A body at rest Will stay at rest Unless somebody moves it And that my life Is as it is Most definitely proves it. So many things There are to do And yet remain undone And here I am Still sitting here With none of them begun I could get up And take a walk Or even wash some dishes So much of what We want from life Lives only in our wishes So many hats I might have worn So many roles to play I might have even Changed the world But here I sit today A body moves The way it does And so will keep on going What will stop it Newton said, There is no way of knowing Wilson/06

Symphony I Half my life is past Without a memory Planting carrots in a garden Drawing pictures of houses Making holes in the dirt and my knees Swinging in swings and climbing on ladders Singing simple melodies under an ice cream sky Hour after hour watching the clock in classroom Make one step backward before striking the time Flying on my bike past the chain link fences Until that moment when sun went down and I awakened naked II And then went so slowly towards the unrelenting goal Reading steinbeck and stanlee, singing in anger Notes chained by convention and sent to perdition empty handed Half...