Bending Space And Time
Bending space and time
bending another rhyme.
Words cannot be taken back,
They paint what we are and what we lack.
My apologies for what I cannot be,
I cannot see what others see.
And yes, I may be at sea,
But someone just has to be me.
I will not wish upon a star,
For things to be not as they are,
I will not ask that my burden ease
For there is only God to please.
I’ll dance alone with no charm on my arm.
I will make my stand if there is alarm.
No longer tough, I may seem gruff,
It’s God who gives me just enough.
I’ll travel the world like Marco Polo.
This is the journey that is solo.
Waste not words of regret that lovers say.
For the tramp and vagabond must be on their way.
The cow-poke loves the comforting word,
Echoed and murmured from the slow moving herd.
But he has seen the future and past,
And now the future cannot arrive too fast.
Satan can bend both space and time,
And change a poetic message into just another rhyme.
It’s not just inanimate objects that Satan might bend,
He can bend kin against kin or a friend against a friend.
I might see a sky of blue,
That may appear to be red to you.
Whatever color you see,
Nothing changes. I will be me.
It’s late in the day,
For this old boy to play,
I won’t have my say,
God will have His way.
I hold you in esteem
But I can have no schemes,
I can dream no dream.
And nothing is what it seems.
The maestro plays this one last score,
Hoping this ends this long encore.
Needing different music to explore.
This, and nothing more.
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