Time past years past time again
I wonder where I'll be
And think of sights smells touches new
That will surround me then
Perhaps an apartment, stone so grey
Overlooking a city of toys
And me in white coat
Sticking needles
Into broken playthings
Thrown away
Perhaps a scarf wrapped over my head
Sand beneath my feet
With rights to gain and slaves to free
A child's life
Laid in my arms
Perhaps long tables lined with chairs
My voice, truth into microphones
Alone on a plane
Spending my life
Bumping against policies for change
But most of all
I wonder if
Time past years past time again
I will lay in your arms to cry
Like nothing has changed at all.
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