Mar 2017
No, really, I'm good, I'll keep the shoes.
No rubbing needed, your hands aren't quite articulate
They don't speak our language to seminarians
So it ends up that one can only speculate
The ravages of a begotten forlorn past
Has set in motion a mind set of complete absolutism
No place like a supposed safe and warm abode
?
When perhaps it's more like we all have a substitutism
I love the warm ruby red glow of the shoes
It sooths the sadness and melancholy freeing my apogee
Was I lied to when told there was no place like home
!?
Or did I just loose my way down the road to phonology
?
After all these years I have to chuckle a laugh
You thought I misplaced the object of your aspiration
They are good as new, shining for all the World to see
Forever inscribed upon the frequency of adoration
No rubbing needed, your hands aren't quite articulate
They don't speak our language to seminarians
So it ends up that one can only speculate
The ravages of a begotten forlorn past
Has set in motion a mind set of complete absolutism
No place like a supposed safe and warm abode
?
When perhaps it's more like we all have a substitutism
I love the warm ruby red glow of the shoes
It sooths the sadness and melancholy freeing my apogee
Was I lied to when told there was no place like home
!?
Or did I just loose my way down the road to phonology
?
After all these years I have to chuckle a laugh
You thought I misplaced the object of your aspiration
They are good as new, shining for all the World to see
Forever inscribed upon the frequency of adoration
People tend to underestimate me. Over the years it's as though it's a chore to stay in touch. Frankly I'd prefer them just to move on. They haven't really ever been my family anyway. <;0( Maybe a bit of sadness there. I'd rather have the sadness then the questioning bitterness I had for so many years!
(Magalia, California)
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