If it’s something that matters, then I’m really not over this yet
To know the meaning of the stardust through the trees
It’s quite deceiving when the answers are received
It’s always for tomorrow or maybe from yesterday
Hollow and indigo, the dream standing in the way
The moment things went astray
It’s not a blessing when the fountains are overrun
When you try to to reason with the radiation from the sun
Catching that moment when everything becomes clear
It’s a strange sensation when there are so many things to fear
It’s always for tomorrow or maybe from yesterday
Peace signs and troubadours are catching every phrase
These visions swaying in gamma rays
It’s not a blessing when the quiet turns to noise
There’s never a second when you’re without the girls and boys
To know the meaning of spacing and the breeze
It’s quite deceiving when the answers are received
©2/4/17: Bruce Clifford
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