No Clue
Fire can burn objects unseen,
As water cools the cold.
Nothing can say what it means,
For truth is covered in mold.
Streams of liquid, they flow,
And no one can shut them out.
I cant see the fast nor the slow,
I have no clue what this is about.
Sharp curves into a life of blurs,
While others are sipping their tea.
Sweet discussions turn into slurs,
As they pour their drinks over me.
I'm bathed in the warmth of day,
As I'm chilled by the sounds of night.
Those who won't listen to what I say,
Have probably already found the light.
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HMM 8/27/97
As water cools the cold.
Nothing can say what it means,
For truth is covered in mold.
And no one can shut them out.
I cant see the fast nor the slow,
I have no clue what this is about.
While others are sipping their tea.
Sweet discussions turn into slurs,
As they pour their drinks over me.
As I'm chilled by the sounds of night.
Those who won't listen to what I say,
Have probably already found the light.