Someone New. By CpSingleton © 2014
Who lies within the layers?
The one who sits and says his prayers?
Or, could it be the Mr Tourette’s?
What’s yer thoughts, any bets?
Sometimes the black tar pours freely,
Resolve: diamond solid, power: steely.
Or is that the other way around?
Each and all is what I’ve found.
I want to grab my younger self,
Assure him of his worldly wealth.
Take him through each sliding year.
Every sunny smile, each drying tear.
We will stop by flowered streams,
Talk of our way forward dreams.
I will prob’ly shrug a bony
A c’est la vie to me much older.
Because, it’s always been the same,
Not many but me to blame.
I will leave me with a brighter note,
Something that will get my vote.
That at least I have the use of a brain.
Something that goes against the grain.
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