Spontaneity
To say exactly what I feel,
At first seems quite unreal.
What’s on my mind to be exact.
Without forethought, without tact?
To beckon my deepest thought
Not thinking whether I ought
Well, OK I will give it a go,
what will happen I don’t know.
Thoughts sweep.
Old times creep.
Whispers remain.
Joyous refrain.
Quite unaware.
Your blissful stare.
The dense dark.
Flights we embark.
Monumental being.
No eyes for seeing.
Cradled in glad.
Surrender to be had.
The peace dove dies.
Sorrowful cries.
Sunshine streams
Waken from dreams.
Craving for a tune.
Need to hear it soon.
Remember its name.
Now it’s a game.
I must play that song.
Not heard it in so long.
Was a favorite of mine.
Memory untwine.
Must have spontaneity.
It will bring gayety.
Protest dreaming.
Anti – war scheming.
Why wont it come to me.
That beloved Massacree.
Must hear it, I pine.
A true carving of mine.
Not heard it in fifty years.
It used to bring tears.
So much laughter.
Hidden truth comes after.
Who could the artist be?
Ahh, I know – Arlo Gruthrie.
Now I know the song.
I can play it, sing along.
Revive the peace birds.
I know all the words.
Its exactly what I want.
Its Alice’s Restaurant!
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