Thursday, October 20, 2005

Random Perchance

The morning sun chased away frustrations
any case of blues
nightmares
The birds shouted out droned
anything left
planned cacophony for my chaos
Can't quite intertwine colours and smell
the sky is purple-blue and pink
of the most beautiful nativity wreath
but it smells like burning green
because of me
Old folks out walking
Grown ups just waking
Rolling around in bed with some girl
is where I should be right now
but I find it so amazing
there's a time before the morning paper
arrives
The sun is late to work
Apollo had to stop and get gas and coffee
but we all needed a break
after playing hide and go seek with moonshadows
Some songs needed to be changed
and some days need to be different
Will this be the day?
A lottery ticket

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