Saturday, November 19, 2011

Around the Block

My spirit’s free—it’s flying
To places, distant, calling me
To share the beauty of their jewels
And when I search, I find that
The game’s the same, no matter, but
I like to play by my own rules

A song is wailing—it screams
Of love, you know, sometimes it seems
The notes ring true but no one hears
But still I fly, it scares me
To think of those who never try
To reach the stars, grounded by fears

And I’ve been everywhere
Around the block—a moment here
But I could not wait for you
’Cause time you waste is time you lose

In shadowed dreams I’ve seen a
New color scheme, it screams of
Blue, black and green, they seem so new.

(1990)

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