SoundtrackA Poem by ConstanceHmmm.. This is what happens when I listen to too much Greg Brown in the early afternoon.I am a skipping record, too many times played Scritched and scratched and poorly patched The romantic ballad, permanently delayed; Lied beneath the stars one night, did the math And I figure, problem is, got stuck on one track Followed that dream until it died of remorse Now I know I can't ever get those hours back So I'll rewrite the soundtrack, change the course
Play it loud enough, easy mind will change again Perhaps an open mind can really be a curse Yet I know the tree won't break if it will bend; Life: crazy thing one can't ever plan or rehearse Some people just die stuck in a tired old dirge Never dare change the song, filled with false fear Submit to common sense when they feel an urge There's music, everywhere, that they'll never hear
Rolling with the flow of a cacaphony of sound I'll let my mind ramble onward to a better place Or 'least a different one, if better can't be found Take it nice and slow, refuse to run the ratrace And I'll dance, I'll dance like a fool, mad-happy I'll sing and I'll sing like I feel every word, inside Every tune, be it sorrowful, or bland, or sappy I'll play the skipped old record, enjoying the ride
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Added on July 5, 2008Last Updated on July 5, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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