The Confused sort


Flying with the clouds
on a high that is bound to stay
for a fear that shouts betray
and a lady friend of mine.

Lurking in the shadows
with devils on the alley way
deep within a single fray
of the shrewd black inside my mind

Flowing like the blues do
of the ocean, of the music
in an old and the new hit
growing in and out of love

Close up like a fist does
on a ring for my mistress
where I am the only one to stand
and fall again

Flying with the clouds
on a high that is bound to stay

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