Some landfill somewhere
Carries the collateral
From our shifting wants
Some landfill somewhere
Carries the collateral
From our shifting wants
Undisciplined Disciple
The wax and the wane
Strike three on its way
But for you I would believe
Dreams could take on flesh
Privilege revoked
At the dawn of a new Day
A third, final blow
A woman who needs
May well be a court jester
A fool of a girl
Photo credit: Tiger R., age 7
I’m sure I’d kiss you
Let the world call me crazy
You’ve made me fearless
They enter your dreams
Force your face to the mirror
Then steal all your hope
Where may I confess
With Whom might I seek Council
And vow my resolve
These ingredients