July in conjunction,
node on the run
Somedays just seem to be conjunctions
wring you out and test you functions
comes the ticking of the clock
calendar pages…
the motion just won’t stop
And its here that things collide
you’re forced to tell the truth…or lie
its here you come to find the blame
moments cross like arrows in flame
you can’t remember your name
you can feel the days are walking’
expectation/promises talkin’
and you know you’re going to fall
you can here you echos call
your appointment’s up against the wall
so you wait …
so you wait …
and listen to the murmur of your fears
the empty moments shocks are near
and it ALL becomes so clear
you’re here again at the crossroads
you couldn’t let it alone
and now you’ve planned the future’s coming’
but someone else is coming home…
but someone else is coming home…
gallagher
7-29-83 – about Kathleen A.
SJC
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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