Sometimes (Revised For Deborah Guzzi)
Sometimes all it takes is an ideal.
Something in my mind
spins the wheel.
Then words on paper
wait for more words.
Speaking with my mouth
more words to be heard.
Are they rhyming?
Are they absurd?
I bow my head
and to God I pray.
"What would you have me to say?"
I think of the humble,
those who have not.
I think of the government,
that does'nt do squat.
I think of the churchs,
who preach of goodness
but don't believe in miracles
as one of it's uses.
I think about the falseness
of fairy tales.
And how deep inside
we still believe them to be true.
And i think about tomarrow
what will it bring me and you.
Yesterday is gone
but it's has found a place in my mind.
On the paper I tell my memory
and it gets them every time.
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2010
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