soft animation
on blinds of amber
like silhouette strays
like an orphan girl who gently plays
i'm going nowhere
and there's nothing to do today
and it's ok
yeah, it's ok
melody and rhyme
i lie as you sing
something in the air
a hero in me, hello in there
i've nothing to bring
and nothing will be brought to bear
and i don't care
no, i don't care
a passage in time
it flutters so slow
like a song and a sigh
like madame george's long goodbye
in the dimming glow
redemption sure feels strangely nigh
and it's alright
yeah, it's alright
Everyone has a right to speak, but not on someone's else's bandwidth without invitation.
Thanks for the invitation.
Maybe I'll get interested. Maybe not.
Maybe no one will ever read this, in which case all of the above is void, obsolete, and effectually fictitious.
Carry on. Or don't.