'the Joker's Paint Brush'
The lines of the once perfect dream now faded
In its place distorted and crooked images
Now play mind games with their hearts
Drifting away from everything that is real
Their once tranquil lives now in turmoil
Do they just paint over the distorted lines?
Rein in the emotions that make them blind
Try and go back to the simple life
Forget the adrenalin
The pulsating need
To delve into things
Most likely not to succeed
The dice has been rolled
The cards are on the table
The joker’s the one
With the paint brush in hand
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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2012
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