Nightingales Plan
I took a look at the bowl of life,
As all seemed lost in time.
Your true smile kept shinning on me,
As I recall your politeness and class.
Such a classic way of viewing the window of the world…
I never took myself as dirty stone.
Fought trough the struggling labyrinth of life,
Always with eyes on the prize.
A man based in his own godlike image,
That never took anything for granted.
So love lost I became…
Throughout wastelands of life we rely too much,
So I settled all agony aside,
With a silent spiritual way of being,
I walk down the golden path…slowly but secure.
Trying to figure out the game she plays on us.
Until then I’m a vagabond & a madman…
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