by STEVE RUDD
There�s water on the road
and even more under the bridge;
So much so we cannot go
exactly where we wanted,
as the sharks, they come full circle
Their fattened fins full tilt
Living lives in motion
Dying for the kill.
We look upon their nature
And wonder why blood runs�
Away from the heart, in fits
And starts, resulting in a failure.
Where�s the water in the river?
The music�s getting nearer
Spielberg�s smashed his camera
And the action can�t be cut!
So, we run and run and run
But can�t see the sea for sun;
If only we invade their safety zone -
If only we strike each one.
Because there�s water on the road
The scenic route is closed�
To deny the bigger picture
(in the confines of the cinema)