Good-Bad or Indifferent

Written by: Leonard Taormina

                   


Expressions of an emptiness clinging to a limb;
Lovers going places few have ever been.
Relationships reflected on, severed or now gone;
But the drummer never stops his beat and life it must go on.
    Listening to the quite sounds of a secret lesson sent;
    Insisting to remember times that some say came and went.
    Floating in the air one breaths lie words that marked the day;
    And I will always keep them fresh till I’m gone away.