Random thoughts swirl and whirl
Beautiful is many a girl
Chasing round those endless games
In which there are many blames
Open up this box of sunshine
Save it, keep it, It's all mine
Open up my heart for sushine?
Craziness this thought of mine
Endless faces, endless places
Some I own and others gone
Then I lost my rhyming pattern
Thinking, Oh darn
What would these nimbles fingers write
If I let them go?
Would they display my own suffution
Of my open soul?
What would a real me look like?
More then I now am are?
Or just a bit more suseptable
To being hurt
The hem and har
Of such a thing
Is just what drives me down
Instead of doing one of those
And going quite to town
A rhyming pattern there it is!
Like a zepher out of the blue
But gone again 'neath ty-ped words
Hither and thither, but never true
(Or at least not consistent)
So cars, and bars, and stars they wend
Their way across the sky
Or maybe just the stars do that
And I forgot to why
Call, the call, do the deed
You will never need a steed
Just ride into these phalanges
And type whatever you fancy

07/01/2003

Author's Note: a little out of the norm for me, crazy but fun.

Posted on 07/01/2003
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