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Good Morning Good Night

good morning 
good night

i walked the shadows of hidden meadows until there was a sign to the right, 
you were bathing in the light, then it all fell flat 

good morning
good night 

ride along and sing a song with vague attempts of interpretation,
a transatlantic whirlpool of twisting and turning emotion, 

good morning
good night

 
i'm sorry that karma took a small hit,
but it wasn't my intention 

good morning
good night

perhaps this connection is a singularly demented projection upon failing stars 
whose shine still glitter but with shadows of fear 

good morning 
good night

smiling involuntarily is a beautiful thing I'm sure, 
especially at matters of such insignificance, 

good morning
good night

one strides a rhythmic cadence as the little one jaunts with such carefree joy 
and big picture indifference 

good morning
good night 

it's memory prevention week so I'm setting traps to bring the backhanded troll 
to justice, it's a pretty penny to forgive and forget, my inheritance a bitter 
serenity absorbing youthful anxiety

good morning
good night 

stars cluster unaware of our constant stare, some have the look of shame, 
masking hatred, they're twinkling smiling faces protecting the ones to blame

good morning 
good night

nothing takes aim at the gaps and empty spaces that go on and on, and then 
even after that they go beyond, not so much as a truth or dare of importance, 
more or less an allowance, an embrace

good morning
good night

of course there's courage but it's arrogance that gets the job done, with a split 
personality the lion awaits a cautious blend 

good morning 
goodnight 

the truth of the matter preys pretend and colors splatter in a failed attempt to 
matter, one way is the same all day, baring stops an road blocks along the way

good morning
good night

the hours played sleepless depravation, no breeze, no oscillation, a simple man I 
am not, from where I've come a curious lot

good morning
good night 

after all has been said and nothing has been done, there is the missing, and the 
knowledge and the truth, but in the end we'll start over again

good morning
good night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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