Things
I am distracted by things,
like white fluffy clouds in a blue sky,
Or by the way a bird sings,
I am amazed by the simplicity of things,
Like chimes fastened by strings,
By the smell of a rose and how it’s beauty stings,
I believe in many things,
Each man as an equal and not one to be a king,
A child smiling on a swing,
And watching the joy and happiness it brings
I am opened minded but very private about things,
like my relationships, fleeting wedding rings
the puppet strings,
or how the balance of love swings
I am conscious of many things...
like white fluffy clouds in a blue sky,
Or by the way a bird sings,
I am amazed by the simplicity of things,
Like chimes fastened by strings,
By the smell of a rose and how it’s beauty stings,
I believe in many things,
Each man as an equal and not one to be a king,
A child smiling on a swing,
And watching the joy and happiness it brings
I am opened minded but very private about things,
like my relationships, fleeting wedding rings
the puppet strings,
or how the balance of love swings
I am conscious of many things...
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