finely tuned pen

hell bent running
when your hands can walk
took too much out
now you have no stock

where’s it taking you?
could you care any less?
paid with a smile one day
to avoid what you must confess

it’s ok by me
if it’s ok by you
the game of dancing eyes
a mirrored look through

and that bird laughed
how could it?
how dare it!
just sit, just sit, just sit

‘cause every time you stand
it happens another time
you’re alone
dancing ot the chime

of music not playing
it died long ago
you kept on going
even though

and finally you thought
“sure i could prance
but i’ll run
and pay by chance

finely tuned pen

CGBSpender

Joined January 2008

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It is what you wish it to be, with a meaning that can only benefit you, as long as you benefit yourself.

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