Guessing Games and Gallo Wine
The swirling lingering in the air.
About something I think I care.
The ways in life that come about.
Seem to fill my mind with doubt.
What can we do to reconcile.
Our own live's so out of style.
Horizon's cast tomorrow's light.
But, yet clouds keep it out of sight.
A course of time can change it's course.
And you'll forget what was it's source.
The silver on the mirror of glass.
Reflects an image that must pass.
What can we do to reconcile.
Our own live's so out of style.
Horizon's cast tomorrow's light.
But, yet clouds keep it out of sight.
The answer's not for us to know.
These things that never really show.
We sip the wine and chase our dreams.
And find that it's not all it seems.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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