Mellow Drama from Space Jungle by Sinooka

If all those businessmen
With their briefcases and pens
They refuse to see me
As more than commodity
Well, the money that they’re after
I’d trade it in for laughter
Just to fade back into anonymity

Oh, but, my soul
Perhaps a bit lighter than most
I don’t sink into my thoughts
Above them I float
If I could loose all the tensions
Too mundane to mention
Could I gaze upon infinity?

Oh, but, time it slogs
Like a long drive through the fog
Where you don’t know just what’s out there
But you’re never lost
And I hear people mourning
All those days gone without warning
But to wish them all back is only to waste them again

Oh, my mother’s heart
It’s a marvel at its art
A true beacon of patience in a world so harsh
To carry her magic
In the face of all that’s tragic
I would need, oh I’d need to do a whole lot more than sitting and

Scribbling words in scores
To always wish they’d say more
When I’m old and I’m breathless
If the right ones come forth
If they haunt at my windows
Will I lock up my doors?
Or will I shrug them all off like the ghost that they are?

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