Holding the back beat of your favorite tune
Like a feeling you get with a rising full moon
A dance you never had in a room so gritty
Alas a gentle note floats notion in this ditty
About waiting a hearts full of desire
About working calculations in a mind for hire
Around the corner bent fate to destiny
Alley walls hold a curious journey
Down level looking over shoulder
While inside the fire is over
A thousand smiles and memories pose
An answer in each question I suppose
With out asking why do we do or die
In heaven truth comes
Startling reasons of ones
Daydreams of sunny skies
Believing is the demand of ideas
Seeing does not know what to choose
Nothing is more dangerous
The man with nothing to loose…..
Fennigan T 4.18.11
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