The Black Forest

5085. Submitted on 2013/6/4, 18.54 h by Betsy:

Jim Callahan-Jim Cain

I started out in search of ordinary things

How much of a tree bends in the wind

I started telling the story without knowing the end

I used to be darker, then I got lighter, then I got dark again

Something to be seen was passing over and over me

Well it seemed like the routine case at first

With the death of the shadow came a lightness of verse

But the darkest of nights, in truth, still dazzles

And I woke myself until I'm frazzled

I ended up in search of ordinary things

Like how can a wave possibly be?

I started running, and the concrete turned to sand

I started running, and things didn't pan out as planned

In case things go poorly and I not return

Remember the good things I've done

In case things go poorly and I not return

Remember the good things I've done

Done me in

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