The tune plays on,
this one is stuck within my head
so please forgive me if i heard
not a word you said
Sometimes my mind,
goes without will of its own
and i wake to look around
to see where it is i've roamed...
Familiar place, as traces slowly come back to me
Is there a puzzled look upon my face,
surely i am a sight to see
A mendicant, in his clothes of many colors
rising like the sun in splendor
from his dream to revel in the wonder
Lost again, deeper in my secret self
the one who brings me rhymes
and sings to me like no one else
Is it his voice or my own echoes that i hear?
The music's sweet but it's the same tune
year after year...
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