Wander little children playing well with other kids.. parents dime store psych time.. enter penny ante bids.. where they gonna be when gossip sleeps behind a lie.. whining.. sexy pout of lips.. ain’t gonna get you by..
Something shines.. something pretty.. something your stage role.. know you got to meet that person.. mirror up your soul.. deep inside places look foggy.. chased by child nightmares.. you got a shine.. sour soul.. so shine.. how you appear..
Only one will serve your shining.. only one will due.. what is heart and feeling.. what is known as true..
You seek sage ascension.. where you look for strength.. what you seek to mention.. what is true at length..
Ticking clock will speak to you… tell you what is true.. no matter how you hide it.. the true will out in due..
Is not in the social cards.. where excuse is stored.. shunned by wisdom.. every bard.. darkness so deplored.. hides a nothing spoken.. ‘doesn’t matter crew’.. speaking lies in greed.. of ‘doesn’t matter you’..
Thought.. ‘Today.. after forty years of playing and singing music I received my second complaint.. both from an old lady.. same guy.. do you think it could be in retaliation for me being upset at cheesy phone/software behavior?.. gosh.. I wonder?.. Peace Tony