Ticket Please
Once again here I stand
No violins or marching bands
Among the confusion in which I live
A large parade in my name they give
How my mind goes spinning to the ground
Watching the horseless merry go round
I know that they are speaking to me
And can almost hear them say "ticket please"
So I reach into the open space
And upon the counter my heart I place
Entering into the rod iron gates
I realize to turn back it's much too late
And so I move to the music in time
Knowing all that appears so elegantly to rhyme
Is nothing more than what it is
And has nothing to do with inner bliss
There was a sinking feeling within myself
As I watched them place my ticket upon the shelf
1985
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