A fractured template
The words don’t rhyme
Don’t even know
What they're all about
But someone will
Someone will read
Into them
From where they’re sitting
They will find meaning
Reflections of themselves
In my words
Reflections of themselves
In my words
a course that’s run
a fait accompli
you thought you knew
but not exactly
you don’t know
you got it wrong
but after all
it’s just a song
so sing it
as you meant
no words
are sacrosanct
and as the listener
I bring my baggage
To the song
I interpret it
In my own sad way
And I will
I will see
Reflections of myself
In your words
Reflections of myself
In your words
Reflections of myself
In your words
Reflections of myself
In your words
