GUESS I'M YOUR MATE
Gem stones break bones
brittle for changing tones
skittled vibrations speak
waking bones from turning weak
old time moans collide
brains wired eyes open wide
tin roof tapping on heads inside
seems appropriate to this glide
streamless threads a go ahead
which way you say stand still instead
a drop of wine a piece of bread
you drip a drop my way well fed
a dance on moon dance dreams on call
I wake to wake up signs on wall
it seems like all's supposed to fall
you laugh and know you've seen it all
take stance in knowing I know too
of all the prancing that we do
decide on no decisions made
who take's a bow in being afraid
the valley drifts amidst the fight
in seeing strains on taking flight
a leave in dotted lines that bite
with crossing t's to make it right
don't know if what is right is wrong
while wrong plays games of staying strong
heck visions walks of life do fate
if fate were true
guess I'm your mate
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Copyright 2012 Robby J Keating
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