jail
house rockin’
chair
king or queen
of
hearts turns up
more
evidence as I sift
through
the mind sand
to
find a thought or two
more
eyes
could
not see the confusion
makes
me sick
to
think I can escape
route
carefully planned
on
writing a letter
explaining
my current situation
is
described with one word
is
too hard to find under all
of
these clouds
form
a ladder and I will climb up through the sky
opens
its eyes and stares
leading
to nowhere special
delivery,
a package arrives
without
warning
me
about the outcome
closer
and I might tell a tale of trees
bending
in the wind
blow,
no idea
what
I am doing
what
I can to reach tomorrow
comes
and things are no different
thoughts
all the same
idea
I knew, I knew, but I don’t
know
why when I may be right
I
am wrong or left
me
sitting here alone…
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