Wednesday 6 July 2011

Muzzy Drizzle

I need focus, I require direction.
These contradicting tugs leave me tearing
'til both sides are subjects of disaffection
as I go from dithering to not caring.

My life blindfolds me then spins me around
when I'm forced to start a confused stagger
guided only by clarity of sound,
each raindrop is heard as sharp as a dagger

If I could prick up my needed ears
and use all I've heard to guide my path
I wouldn't be distracted by my fears
and I'd reach my desired goal at last.

But that all depends on the falling rain.
Without a drip my hopes drop and they wain.

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