all the syllables in a row
how much longer must we go
before we are sure we've said it
get it
straight talk is so easily misunderstood
rhyme could be if it wanted to be
but it only wants to play somedays
with the willing of mind
bothering to find their way
in the dark of a lighted day
it can just go on and on
this tangential song where everything
i thought to do was right
and nowhere did i notice the wrong turn
the long road ahead
where my heart just beats itself to sleep
in the misty morning of keeping
myself to myself to myself see
and letting the rhyme roll itself out of me
who will hear and who will feel it
who will dig up the fear
by it's clear roots
and bury it again for fun.
not the ordinary one friend,
not the ordinary one.