oh madness to degrees
the sadness of it all
just echoing through the breeze
like some long lost text
no one will ever again read
this is the pain of things that breed
to love and lose
such a simplistic thing
as choosing weather not to sing
not easy now, is it.
things that come we dawdle on
such as when we choose to fawn
though way far back
in memories gone
we've learned this choice
lies in an others lawn
to hop the fence and feel the grass
to lose your voice and play a brass
choices only partial
to emotions vast
OH HOW YOU VEX!
you sow among specs!
feed from your bags
and forget the soft spoken touch of hands
the grips that would nag you to feel
the singing in along the bands
to taunt you into hoping your seal
escape your sands to lie in the fields.
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