Fly away to me
Sway wieghtfully
On the frail pole of existence
Weigh me daciously
As I tend to my
Figurative illusions
Is there a roll to be played?
Not a soul to be portrayed?
Where, outside, in all confusion
Still I rose from the grave
Like a hopeful roleplay
As a figure to find the solution
All the problems that we cannot solve
All the problems that only revolve
Round and Round |