Another day passes,
amounting to wishes forever gone,
moderation commending self control
Down tools for the Sandman, in sympathy,
if he could at least meet his Golden Stranger
and orchestrate Kites for Dreamers,
he'd steer us all, assuredly.
But every year is in the same league
uncertain before it's began.
The highs and lows just worn
to create pools of impassiveness.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
Another day passes,
amounting to wishes forever gone,
moderation commending self control
Down tools for the Sandman, in sympathy,
if he could at least meet his Golden Stranger
and orchestrate Kites for Dreamers,
he'd steer us all, assuredly.
But every year is in the same league
uncertain before it's began.
The highs and lows just worn
to create pools of impassiveness.
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