Have you ever closed your eyes
And listened to the music
The chorus line of life
constantly playing out of tune
An orchestrating moment
Plays freely in the distance
As our personal private theme
Of a daily catastrophe
No strings, no brass
Just a jumble of notes protruding
Through the cracks in our decisions
Ones that predetermine lines
Lines that we follow
In the hope they know direction
But the way is becoming frayed
Through the wear of use and time
Left to take our chances
We reach out for hands to hold
While altogether praying
No one touches back at all
Silver Tongue™
(Copyright © Geoffrey Brett 01/07/08)
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