Why Start now, I wonder..
These musings in the night,
Gazing through the eyes of actors
On the idiot box
There are thoughts running through my mind
I need to pin down.
I keep glaring at the name
You do need to name it
Because without a name
There is no meaning.
Meaning, I scratch on the keys
There is a dent in my memory
I used to write a long time back
Could I muster it up all again
Guess we shall find out soon
You and I, both on this journey
Holding my breath
While the fingers do the talking.
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