The Way You Stall and Cover
Why would you...
Pull the plug
Cut the chord
Hang the harp
[or] Bend the board
Sometimes it's best to just let things fall as they may
The wind is cutting life a knife through my fingers
I could have taken a hint just the same
But to take this as one is simply insane
I've only got a block or two 'til I get somewhere familiar
They call this part of downtown
The vampire's lair
Seeing as nothing even breathes until there's no sign of the sun
So I cross the street to my favorite spot
Find the darkest booth and begin to talk
To these blank pages
With words of ink
And like everything else, I let this rot and falter
Because sometimes it takes
More than a whisper.......to change
I make my way outside and head up the street
I can hear some friends I intended to meet
And we talked for what seemed like forever
About politics and people and whatever
And then we split our tab
And we split our paths
They head for the lot
And I begin to walk
Only two more hours until I sink into my bed
But don't forget me or the things I may have said
Because somewhere there's something that someone has summed up
And that somewhere is calling for you
Copyright © Myke Jones | Year Posted 2008
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