shut tight in the small
confines of a room similar
to the mind where not many
or any are
allowed four tracks and
filling all in with
original thought and
processing a unique sound
yet used at times by few
with similar talent
being a one man band of
merry men
wait for you to let us
hear you creation of
something wonderful of
heart and when you leave
turn colors fading as
memories
tend to under the strain
of many days and nights
warm with rain and
sunshine and thinking
someday we will stand high
above on the
stage is set for act one
hundred miles away down
the road I barely touch as
I skim along
road ahead and behind me
all of the yesterdays
dreams are still thought
of today
tomorrow where will we be
wondering around looking
for meaning…
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