wizard
Posted: August 29th, 2018, 11:15 am
passion is a lit match
tossed recklessly on a pile
of dry emotions, an endless
groove on a vinyl disc, that song
buried in your heart, that soundtrack
in the kudzu of a tangled mind,
that circadian rhythm, needed
to get up each morning, challenge
the day with alacrity
oh sure we have our lulls, our cyclical
loss of chi, the lazy chakras, but
if we can just hear that one song
at the right time, "C'mon Baby
Light My Fire", at that perfect second
for intervention...we are good again
for another round in the ring
with canvas floors and ropes that spring
you back into the fight when reality
lands a good one 'cross the jaw
and you hear that overture, that
rock opera. "That Deaf, Dumb, and Blind
Kid, Sure Plays a Mean PinBall....."
tossed recklessly on a pile
of dry emotions, an endless
groove on a vinyl disc, that song
buried in your heart, that soundtrack
in the kudzu of a tangled mind,
that circadian rhythm, needed
to get up each morning, challenge
the day with alacrity
oh sure we have our lulls, our cyclical
loss of chi, the lazy chakras, but
if we can just hear that one song
at the right time, "C'mon Baby
Light My Fire", at that perfect second
for intervention...we are good again
for another round in the ring
with canvas floors and ropes that spring
you back into the fight when reality
lands a good one 'cross the jaw
and you hear that overture, that
rock opera. "That Deaf, Dumb, and Blind
Kid, Sure Plays a Mean PinBall....."