Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Confusion

A question of Confusion
The sunshine days are over
getting lost on a shiny bridge
the road signs warn of danger
we hope to find the way out
but it doesn't look good
follow the little girl through the woods and
hit the whirlwind and fly back again
Wait peacefully and laugh at the five-hour line
Now they're waiting for us, it's our time
the wizards waiting wondering
which way the wind will blow
The ancient king flies through the sky
Never knowing how to die


Written by: Christopher P. Gansert

Copyrighted by Philip Gansert 2003

All Rights Reserved

Posted by PhilGansert on 02/09 at 09:31 PM
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