I look out across Manila Bay
Another new room
Another new face
The madness begins again
Another new day
My heart begins to race
As I hang my head
And think about the things I’ve done
The words I’ve said
The lack of strategies
I begin to pace
Across the balcony
Over the bay
And I form in my head
The rhyme and the meter
The meaning
The appearance of what I’d like to say
But it comes out tangled
Falls out wrong
And all I wish
Is that I had my guitar
So I could write a song instead

July 2004 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on April 3, 2009.

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