Monday, August 26, 2013

Smoke Signal

We chart our lives with words
And with words we say yes, no, probably or never
Words that bind and chart a course
Prosecute but never once
stand up to be taken to account
Kick up dust
Blaring loud music
Not ever to consider
that it might stir up a close soul
Blow up smoke
Hide behind the chaos
But as the dust settles
it all settles on the same spots
Ready to be stirred up again.
Same scenario...just different props

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