Monday, July 30, 2012

LINES of little import composed on a typewriter


To fly
            free of all, like a bird
                                                I'd love
I love to fly
                       
I saw a girl, I heard a song and I saw
another girl where she had been
Was it the song or the girl or me that changed?

I heard a new song and saw a new girl
the old girl unchanged, but yet
Was it the song or the girl or me that unchanged?

She is what she was and I am
The same is gone and yet stays
Was it the song or the girl or me that sang?
                       
I write a new song I joy to hear
I'm still uncertain
Was it the song or the girl or me that's changed? 

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