Glue

by

Thomas Granger

I dream, as there is some disguise of reality within you eyes
When I awake to a tear lost in the night
Finally I have to realize there is no good compromise
Sometimes it's not my fault that I was right

Imagining the thunder's role continued on with no control
Never having any kind of say
Reminded it was not my goal to pay the price or deem the toll
Told that it can be no other way

Picturing all the methods to remove the dust and wipe the glue
Hoping I can make the paper clean
I know what I'm supposed to do, to find the ones who will be true
and be the way that they've always been

Listen, for the last dispute may come to you as absolute
Being sure there's no-one to be found
Hear the guns when they shoot, the ends of which I can't compute
There might not be anyway around

Left to imagination I can see us at creation
Not showing everything until I'm done
There seems justification why I cannot find sensation
I'm here, but then again I'm only one

NEXT?
Why don't you look at You are my potentate
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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