by on June 22, 2020 :: 0 comments

here he lies and is lying
the eyes can not trust the ears
the message can not be received
unless he talks to himself

out loud

too many turns now he’s lost
he can not pay what he does not owe
the middle comes to an end
and here there is a secret

you don’t know

out in the woods the trees are singing
in the wind down from the ice
around the lake the blue is shifting
one more take and then

go home

editors note:

Hmmm… Can’t quite place it, but sounds like someone we know… Oh, I guess not. The one I’m thinking of never knows when to go home. – mh clay

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