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It's Not A Blessing

By Bruce Clifford

Itís not a blessing when the timelines arenít kept
If itís something that matters, then Iím really not over this yet
To know the meaning of the stardust through the trees
Itís quite deceiving when the answers are received

Itís always for tomorrow or maybe from yesterday
Hollow and indigo, the dream standing in the way
The moment things went astray

Itís not a blessing when the fountains are overrun
When you try to to reason with the radiation from the sun
Catching that moment when everything becomes clear
Itís a strange sensation when there are so many things to fear

Itís always for tomorrow or maybe from yesterday
Peace signs and troubadours are catching every phrase
These visions swaying in gamma rays

Itís not a blessing when the quiet turns to noise
Thereís never a second when youíre without the girls and boys
To know the meaning of spacing and the breeze
Itís quite deceiving when the answers are received

©2/4/17 Bruce Clifford


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