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Tomorrow

by Lanny D

 

Another pick from the poison tree

Tempting parts of the sweetest lies

Now I sit in the mental pulpit

With swollen throat and teary eyes


My feet have learned to move me

In the directions I’m expected to go

Brain in sweet slumber, fast asleep

Blood refusing to go with the flow


In the way we say what we mean to do

In my dreams it’s all whistles and bells

I dance on my strings but know the truth

In reality it’s a preview of our hells


We must watch in expected confusion

As the roots of life all intertwine

No disrespect to the things that are yours

What’s in my heart will always be mine

 

Peace?

From The Soul

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