whatcha doin'

you took a path that was hard to walk,
and you still like to linger a while,
but you're not much anymore on talk,
though your voice still has that smile:

when I looked back,
you were gone;
a lovely concerto,
turned into an ordinary song

where it goes from here I don't know,
most likely a way that is way unclear,
looking for something behind that rainbow,
hoping to wind up with someone here:

when I looked back,
you were gone;
a lovely concerto,
turned into an ordinary song.



March 29, 2009.

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