story behind the song: meditation, memories and musings on metta
Lyrics
heard all the good words,
mediocre and the bad
the ugly left alone
in sentences we had
rhymed with too many hurts
mellow unctuous sounds
like her text to your phone
she'll never come around
heard all the poets talk
in secret circled views
mourning pen and paper
taking comfort in the news
of discord as they walk
past writers in their stalls
shouting papyrus forever!
pulp fictioned know it alls
await the sunrise
another day will dawn
insured like a reprise
of a chorus of some song
eyes maybe even open
but somehow we never see
murders of here's hoping
the past dies pleasantly
heard all the winds refrains
in hiemal solitudes
from dog days in colure
hemispheric to their truths
presently the past remains
the fiction of our minds
resting on the allure
of all we've left behind
await the sunrise
another day will dawn
insured like a reprise
of a chorus of some song
eyes maybe even open
but somehow never see
murders of here's hoping
the past dies pleasantly...
