Standing in a white room
for some eyes to meet
pranking a loneliness
its wholesomeness myth
Strapping the frown away
singing the mood to blue
again roaming forever
looking out for the dear
Held for a while
inside a ditch in a style
thinking it got some deal
just a roar heard from miles
Acronyms of some soul
salty and blue stores
wandering in circles
around the Moorish one
Standing tall inside a can
looking out for the man
pretending to be the one
working out the details
of a lonesome trophy and
its dream gone insane
By aurumium
© 2006 aurumium (All rights reserved)
