The lyric heard while working in the yard
Echoes around inside my brain:
I don't care now For what might have been; The heart of darkness Closes in on me.
I sang the refrain out the second time
The playlist served up the song,
But in my heart I knew,
I knew it was a lie.
This lie, oft repeated,
Would advance from lie
To realm of the believed.
So it is with hope,
Hope for what may yet be,
On this playlist the song
No longer has a home.
She glances in her mirror,
She’s taken with what she sees.
At once she feels the need to clean—
A cloth or tissue at hand,
Red light gives time
For her to clean the dash,
Clean the controls,
She tosses her hair,
Checks the side mirror
Lest he is not watching;
And seeing he sees,
Resumes.
She tosses her hair,
Then rinse and repeat,
With a few mirror checks
Thrown in for good measure.
Light turns green,
She sees he sees,
Tosses her hair,
Advances.
Light turns yellow,
She goes through;
Her eyes bid him follow
Despite the red.
Follow he would,
But she is not you.
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