How will it end?
With the smell of brimstone?
Will it end in great gatherings,
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Before our very eyes…
Like helium balloons
Ideas imbued with passion rise
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“There’s a kind of music
that lives there”
A little old lady with
Alzheimer’s would declare
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Same old clothes, different style
Same old hair with a different do
Same but different all the while
Same old substance, through and through
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I’m always where… I’m sposed to be
Always doin’ what I’m sposed to be doin’
Never lookin’ where… I shouldn’t be lookin
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From deep within…
The Heart of summer,
Fairy lanterns from…
within and over
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Inspiration…
Elusive creature…yet
Only when pursued
Too arduously
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If you could stop two young boys
From dying today
Would you?
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Lonely words, in need of some usage
Perfectly good, yet almost unknown
Let’s take a quick look in my dictionary book
Let’s not leave these words all alone
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