An idea diverted,
A thought incomplete-
Due to the nature,
Of man’s greatest feat.
The feat of distraction,
A well known contraption-
A plague of the mind,
That creeps up from behind
He travels the world
With a mission so pure,
So simple, and innocent,
Yet dangerous.
He’s inherited the
M i s un der stood.
The illusion of fear,
An image so clear-
A likeness that makes
His essence of life
So dear.
Though she speaks through lyrics
And cries through chords,
Thinking what she meant,
Pondering how she felt-
Contemplating what she meant to me,
Told me her presence had already overturned
my world.
She’s left that footprint, that mark
She’s the irrefutable spark
She brings the sun out
When the day turns dark
She walks into your world
When the world walks out
She’s always there for you
Despite the deadly drought.
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