Puddle People

By Bruce Clifford

I get lost in my thoughts.
Puddle people of all different lines.
Standing on roadmaps and buried in time.
Is there a way out of this?
Can we ever get over it?
Puddle people in all different paths of time.

Do we have to explain?
Standing In the rain.
Or are we lost in the breeze?
It was once just you and me.

Puddle people of all different walks of life.
Waiting in motion for a hurricane to arrive.
Is there a way of this?
Will we find a place we can’t resist?
Puddle people in all different phases of life.

Do we have to explain?
Standing in the rain.
Or are we drifting at sea?
It was once just you and me.

Puddle people, lost in my thoughts.
Puddle people, no knowing the cost.
Puddle people, a new path defined.
Puddle people are lost in the line.

I get lost in my thoughts.
Puddle people of all different lines.
Standing on roadmaps and buried in time.
Is there a way out of this?
Can we ever get over it?
Puddle people in all different paths of time.

© 10/8/2024 Bruce Clifford

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