Thursday
back to the rock and roll
the jailhouse of the tortured soul
the whole shebang

I've got it
somewhere in this heart
an orchestra to start


the ball bounces
haphazardly,
a bit like me

shall I name in years
'66?
throw spears?
where is discontent
put aside?

Tears that they pried from me
I tried to see but it's only
rock and roll.

I see it now.