Hey George,

the atmosphere is perfect here too.
the weather let up for you.
to think is weird.
you may have been here.
i don't wanna think anymore...
i don't wanna...
i threw a penny in a well.
i squeezed my eyes tight.
and whispered to God in my mind.
time went by.
it was growing up great.
it never grew up.
it never happened.
why should i seem so upset?
i can wait.
life is like it was before.
or is life like
it wasn't supposted to be, now?
i don't know...
the what...
the when...
the how...
too tired to think...
i don't wanna think...
let life fall like rain on me.
one drop at a time.
it won't land in the same place twice.
if it storms, so it be.
cuz life won't meant to be life
if it was quite too easy.
so,
let it be
what it be.
that's what
you told me.

shalom.