John kept imagining things…
I wish I was as inventive as him,
Dreaming of the flight of a dove.
I should be less centered on my heart,
Seeing what I believe could be the future
Painting my vision of love.
Did you know what I would become?
The world is looking for peace,
Humanity is praying for relief….
Forgive my selfish soul
For there’s this Town on my thoughts.
While you want to grow as a population
I keep going back to a delusion.
With no way of returning
No keys to the gates,
Who can tell if I’ve ever really been to this place?
It seems you’ve always left me at the door,
In my head I thought I hit the core,
Blindly hoping there’ll be a ‘once more’.
While kings are fighting for rights,
All I got are these blue eyes.
In silence I chant: Three’s a charm
There will be another chance.
Three’s a charm
He’ll be back again.
Three’s a charm – by confusedst 10/06/17