To know I'm not upset
My blood's been let and let
Although my mind is set
Emotions will follow
Tragedy without tears
The tumultuous years
Pulling wrenches from gears
Are hard pills to swallow
Sunday, November 27, 2016
I am not the pin oak
I am not the pin oak
I have let my leaves go
In my winter thoughts I
Only want to see snow
Moving forward without
Memories of summer
Putting down the flute and
Marching to the drummer
I have let my leaves go
In my winter thoughts I
Only want to see snow
Moving forward without
Memories of summer
Putting down the flute and
Marching to the drummer
The two of us in light
The two of us in light
We find ourselves often
Seeing a future with
All our flowers open
We know reality
Always looms its way in
Our lives are both destined
And designed from within
We find ourselves often
Seeing a future with
All our flowers open
We know reality
Always looms its way in
Our lives are both destined
And designed from within
Two exhausted salmon
Two exhausted salmon
Choosing to stay downstream
Swimming against currents
Is no longer our dream
Jumping the waterfalls
Leaping dawn until dawn
Best to reprogram our
Coordinates of spawn
Choosing to stay downstream
Swimming against currents
Is no longer our dream
Jumping the waterfalls
Leaping dawn until dawn
Best to reprogram our
Coordinates of spawn
If I turned inside out
If I turned inside out
I know I'd look the same
Complete transparency
The hallmark of my name
Before you, crystal clear
Deeper than Lake Tahoe
This is how I feel and
You can see what I know
I know I'd look the same
Complete transparency
The hallmark of my name
Before you, crystal clear
Deeper than Lake Tahoe
This is how I feel and
You can see what I know
When there is no answer
When there is no answer
The unknown should be taught
The question mark is first
God is an afterthought
Is there a creator
Don't answer yes or no
Have hope, have doubts, don't care
But answer I don't know
The unknown should be taught
The question mark is first
God is an afterthought
Is there a creator
Don't answer yes or no
Have hope, have doubts, don't care
But answer I don't know
What are we to do when
What are we to do when
The population errs
The masses mishandle
Pass judgments without cares
Is it a pendulum
It feels like a slingshot
Or a thumb in the eye
A widow maker's clot
The population errs
The masses mishandle
Pass judgments without cares
Is it a pendulum
It feels like a slingshot
Or a thumb in the eye
A widow maker's clot
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