Wednesday, 25 May 2011

After all, it is May

naturally the word is love
it always is

some believe they have caught it
some believe they have dodged it
some believe it will save them
others believe it will kill them
some believe it is the cradle of all joy
some believe it is the root of all pain
some believe it is as powerful as the sun
others believe it is as dark as a black hole

some hope they will find it drinking whisky in a dark bar downtown
some hope they will find it spending their hard earned money in a mall uptown
some hope they will find it sweating alcohol on the dance floor
others hope they can curl up and hide from it in the deep deep blue
some hope they will find it walking their cute dog in the park
some hope they will find it stumbling in places unknown after dark
some hope they will find it in the dusty attic or cellar
and I know I am invisible and lost to it forever

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