A quiet, mysterious Southern pre-dawn rain
The streets nearly empty as I drive to Walgreenfalls down,s
The soft hiss of tires on the wet pavement
U-2 on my CD…
“Love is a temple, love’s a higher law”
I am slowing everything down right now
putting everything in its proper place
There is a pain in my gut
must talk to the doc about it
There is a pain in my heart
a relationship on the brink
but for better or worse,
that is the question?
That is the eternal question
A quiet, mysterious pre-dawn Southern rain
falls down, bathing the Blue Ridge in mist
How long will my life last?
No one can say for sure
How long does the spirit inside last?
No one can say for sure
How long will acrimony, indeed pure hate
last in the USA and in the wider world?
No one can say for sure
Is this the only universe?
No one can say for sure
What do dreams actually mean
I wonder about that,
No one can say for sure
I dreamed I was singing on a bus
and everyone thought I was crazy
and maybe I was, or maybe…
I was just being me
No one can dictate
just who I should be
No one knows better than me…