The Scenic Route

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Late as always, the boy finds his way
and boards the moving train.
He moves to an open spot,
and sits beside Chance,
. . . or was her name Coincidence?
Curious anyways the boy glances over,
noticing her calling eyes,
and selfish smile,
. . . just asking to be caught.
Was this that game he heard so much about?
or just two people playing Solitare?
Feeling a little optimistic,
the boy keeps pretending,
but saying anything would be a calculated risk.
One cannot help but notice,
how this conversation was molded,
by the same men who built these tracks.
And one cannot help but wonder,
how the scenery can be passing them by,
and they can be standing in one place.
So he heads to the exit and escapes,
to his trusty scapegoat, “Well maybe next time.”
Because this is his stop,
so he’s getting off.

Someone Just Like You

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Im the addict
who has quit, but still
has the itch
Turn your back
and keep me searching,
it’s what keeps you rich
But I continue to live
in poverty, because Im free
Searching thru eyes
that are open, but cannot see
So force a smile
and whisper, tell me this is true
Because I’ve been waiting
for someone, someone just like you

Girl of the Wind

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In the sense of a flower
there must be you
girl of nature
therein will lie
your beautiful thoughts
In the sense of sky
there must be you
girl of star
therein will lie
your brilliant smile
In the sense of the sea
there must be you
girl of ocean
therein will lie
your profound look
In the sense of the wind
there must be you
girl of art
therein will lie
your poetic romanticism