“We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar, And our new hands Learned gem-tactics Practising sands.”
The wind whispers in my ear to take a leap With blind fate trust divine fate A fool balancing on a thin line, straight to heaven But my death could be my investment
But if I don't go I'll have thoughts of regret that overflow My cups of abundance Always second-guessing your loving but never could really know But I take off my rose coloured glasses and close my eyes
Let my intuition and your vibe be the guide To carefully step, one at a time Until next thing I know I am falling to die
The abrasive breeze suddenly carrying me Spirit would never let me plummet to my demise The wind underneath my wings eager to save my life Next time I won't negotiate in my mind Just simply walk the line
a coward holds the lovers card upright in his hand told them both he’d take to the promise land torn between two queens, all confused didn’t want to leave any of them bruised.
a naive youngster held the fool in reverse fell for all the tricks and games was the curse she gave in full but took none, always came at second best time wasted being used, finding out again she was just the guest.
misfortune-telling a man afraid to choose so he led both on because he didn't want to hurt any a woman believed him and she was always an option but never the choice
