Make Some Sense

By Bruce Clifford

In the center of change
Four corners of the day
The manic and strange
Words we never did say

A forest of the many
The empty and few
Chaotic and lonely
A voice I once knew

Make some sense of this please
I feel so weak at the knees
Make some sense of this for me
Help me learn what I need to see

In the middle of time
Missing shadows every night
Have to stop falling behind
Putting up with the fight

Make some sense of this please
I feel so weak at the knees
Make some sense of this for me
Help me learn who I need to be

In the center of the rage
The real and the strange
Make some sense of this for me
This is how we have to be

©9/7/2021 Bruce Clifford