All of a sudden
At least it seemed so then
The terrain got flat and plain
From the balcony
She starred at
it long enough for the moon to change
Nothing changed
Her terrain stood flat and plain
There was no question
Nothing to answer nothing to claim
She took a pill
Two of them
Two shots of tequila
To shut down the brain
.
.
.
Kept starring at the terrain
There was no beauty there was no stain
The moon turned off its phases
Nothing to see nothing to complain
Two more shots of tequila then
‘Perhaps I
am part of the terrain
Worlds apart from any saying‘
Silence asked for silence
As the words also got flat and plain
‘Sure hoping is always in vain
But mayhap tomorrow won’t be this way’
andrejcaetano
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| Brett Walker |
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