Que Sera, Sera
Que sera, sera.
Standing aloof on the rooftop.
Still at the heart of the streets.
Sea of people swimming by.
Que sera, sera.
Running slowly on the track.
Ready on this spotlight of stadium.
Ribbons flying and passing by.
Que sera, sera.
Steaming hot on the bathtub.
**** at the tail of the whirlpool.
Smoke of hurricanes gliding by.
Que sera, sera.
Crossing legs on the theatre.
Crawl on this stage of illusion.
Crowds’ applause slipping by.
Que sera, sera.
Opening wide on the engine.
Over the top of the plane.
Old times below me going by.
Copyright © Helen Cheng | Year Posted 2016
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