and all expectations
no comparisons or judging,
no comparisons or judging,
unexpected gyrations
you do your best
you do your best
with all that is offered
while I pack my bags
while I pack my bags
and head for the border
call me or don't,
call me or don't,
script it or not
don't fill me with songs,
don't fill me with songs,
that you once forgot
sing from your heart
sing from your heart
or don't sing at all
dance with me once
dance with me once
or fill my dance card
hike up the mountains
hike up the mountains
for a much grander view
once you get there,
once you get there,
there's nothing that's new
drink from your bottle
drink from your bottle
but it won't quench the thirst
the knowledge is power
the knowledge is power
that bruises and hurts
you thought that you loved
you thought that you loved
and all was so easy
but it leaves you numb
but it leaves you numb
and feeling more queasy
the one that you want
the one that you want
boards a plane for the coast
and there goes your heart
and there goes your heart
with a lot of your ghosts
the one by your side
the one by your side
that hangs on your word
is silently sleeping
is silently sleeping
and lays undisturbed
your mind wanders to things
your mind wanders to things
better left unsaid
laying in piles
laying in piles
like leaves that are dead
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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