Outer Circle

How ironic my advice is stale
Cautionary seeds are sown
Like a sweet idea that’s badly sung
Melody has lost not won:
There’s a chasm and it’s widening
Mind the gap – cause and effect
Mother’s been calling all the graveyards
But the phones ring out
Termination – mind your reputation

Shaking dry earth from my worn out shoes
Dressing down before the darkness comes
Random thoughts are all that remain just now
No time for big thoughts anyhow:
There’s a feeling and it’s unshakable
Mind your mind – it’s far too precious
It’s the only one you have
And your bound to need it
I know I need mine – for something less benign


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