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-by Steve Wozny
Someday
you’ll come along
And we’ll
find it right
Sing that
same happy song
And fade off
into the light
I was never
there
You were
never here
We missed
each other
Neither
wanted to smother
You were so
cold
Because I,
never bold
To say the
way
I felt every
day
It is so bad
Ludicrously
bad
It can be
Preposterous,
if it adheres
Nothing
special
No one to
impress
Just sketchy
feelings
No call. No
distress.
Plain and
simple.
No fancy
style.
Not even
rhyming
It takes too
long
Then why
keep moving
Forging
ahead
What is the
point?
Would you
rather be dead?
Where does
all of this leave us
Nothing
gained Nor lost
Is there a
lesson
Not quite
So why are
you moving
And pushing
your way
No
particular reason
The reason why you stay
Copyright©2000 Steve Wozny