Twilight thinking composes my next verse
The essence of my dreams dance in the sky
my life unwritten, a show unrehearsed
I want to be someone before I die.
I see her long frosted chestnut hair
lending her ears to life, her eyes are shut
creaking along with her old rocking chair
humming quietly by her lake side hut.
A lifetimes of words floating through her mind
a verbal orchestra telling her tale
a library of moments capturing her time
her life was for rent and now it’s for sale.
Twilight thinking of where I want to be
And where I want the song to end for me.