The joker well she sits on your doorstep drinking a lemon with tea.
If you give but a dollar heres comes a foll’er toting a bag for three.
The last from your wishes and first from your thought here comes a man with a trick.
I’ll sit and bewilder to see where he slithers and learn a secret for me.
Give them an inch you may run for a mile at least it’s some place to see; long since a journey was only a scurry and surely you leave with a smile. Strange but it seems when you live in a dream the ones around you are wild. Alike cards in your hands you’ll see when it lands and unveils a new destiny.
What’s left is a choice if only a voice for exiling some company. To start new afresh free from unrest and unexpected allegory. Without but a breath you’ll shake with a yes and resume a life back on norm. Heed the next test if you learned from the best or continue a proven story. Too often the face in this certain case the winner left with a coin in thy hand.
It seems the joker is gone, left not a sound as she carries down making his-story. Around the next bend she’ll find a friend in search of where they need to be. Lucky for thee I brought just three maybe we listen and talk some history?
August 14th, 2015 at 9:24 PM
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