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Ambiguity




Hell, yes I still think about you
Normally these stormy days.
The clouds fill my heart with ambiguity.

Three hour dream work day moves
Like a snail and the mail is a bucket of garbage.
Another parking ticket some bird just
Drops on your windshield.

Reverie trapped in memory.
Lyrics on the wall in blood.
No flood is washing hope away
For thinking free, evasively.

Buying a dish of some sleep for desert.
I notice your type pushing the cart by the meat.
And the coffee smells sweet from where I'm standing.

Don't ever trade that guitar makes you sing
Buying rings to just to straddle onto your finger
Don't listen to me I'm barely a singer.

Love songs in my memory.
Lyrics on the wall in ink.
No flood is washing hope away
For thinking free, evasively.

Love songs in my memory.
Lyrics on the wall in blood.
No flood is washing hope away
For thinking free, evasively.







© Mitch Treger