Not a love song

I know your secret pretty boy
The one that haunts your dreams
That dark and lustful passion
Seeping slowly from your seams

Devotion has you calling
Has you down upon your knees
Praying for faith to save you
From doing as you please

A good facade can mask
All the thoughts you try to hide
But your words betray the truth
And the desire built up inside

Strings

Imagine jumping back in time
Going through the paces
Revisiting familiar places
But as someone else in their prime

Can our world really be full of strings
Where reality can change
Our futures can range
On so many different things

It's fun to dream
More fun to live
Knowing we can give
Direction to our steam



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Finding peace

Tell me, friend, do the questions
ever end?
Will we wake up one day and find
That we could have had peace of mind?
Or is this the lesson we must all learn
Akin to how a hand on a hot stove will burn?
Is it a disease of the soul
When all thoughts fall into a black hole?
I guess we just have to live and see
As there's no fast-tracking serenity.




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Looking for words

What happens when the words don't come?
When the commas all stick and the sentences run?
Your mind's a blank and your pen's all dry
And you know it's just not worth a try
It can be most irritating
Frustrating and exasperating
To bang your head against the rail
When each thought is a cold, cold trail
Down a path of bewilderment
And out on a rocky embankment
Where even the surf refuses to spray
Since all your thoughts have ebbed away

Hope

Obama's speech was hope and light
But not for people on the right,
His vision of hope and democracy
Was certainly not for the Land of the Free.
His birthright questioned,
His policies stalled
His detractors triumphed
Through the Congress squall.
Now with the markets generally tanking
Housing's plummet and corrupt banking,
Though none his fault
He's left all alone
To shoulder the blame
For the previous king,
Who left the throne.