sitting, thinking, wondering
what's the nightly
lineup
of tv shows and
crap?
what's the music in
the clubs?
what's a crow
without his flap?
the talk on the
streets
is
the signs have
all been switched,
those things that you
once thought
are now those things
bewitched.
sitting in the
moment,
fleeing
future's past --
you are like an
oasis,
palm trees waving at
last.
the talk on the streets is
the signs have all been switched,
those things that you once thought
are now those things bewitched.
I really like that verse.
Posted by: Pixie | March 30, 2007 at 11:27 AM
That's the one that stood out for me too.
Posted by: gail | March 30, 2007 at 11:42 AM