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Sipping from the Fountain




While a melody dances in your dream
It may seem, chances are not that far
From the beat in your belly
from here it looks so silly.

I remember in the summer at the party
You were tapping your shin with a spoon
You said, "Soon I'll fall heels under head
Out of love again".

I remember sipping from the fountain
Searching for truth in the springs of my youth
All the hair on my head turned gray
In the year 2K where will I be on this very day?
All Indian cold October, in my wigwam puffing on my
Peace pipe until I'm sober.

I remember you singing in C
But I assumed B. Doug thought it was Z
And then I heard Fro popping and thumping
An O (or was it an A sharp).

Hand me downs from your pets
With an urge to forget about
The id that's blazing down
Inside for the next ride.

Have a drink by the sink
Everything but the sink is a link
To the answer. Think.
Who forgot the questions.

I remember sipping from the fountain
Searching for truth in the springs of my youth
All the hair on my head turned gray
In the year 2K where will I be on this very day?
All Indian cold October, in my wigwam puffing on my
Peace pipe until I'm sober.







© Mitch Treger