Strings

Strings along the roadway,
Passion or direction denied.
Try to make a decent play,
Rules we cannot confide.

Beating hearts see more than eyes,
Lead the way out and right through.
Confusion at what you threw at the sky,
Can we say when this date is due?

Strings that tie and bind blindly,
Can you now dare to tell the truth?
Stringing along, although I love the song,
Courage in admitting this may belong.

Tie us up in lovely collusion,
I saw you like it too,
But you speak like me in riddles,
What am I to do with you?

Smacked by the heavy-handed feelings,
Somehow something seemed right.
But you mute us before the ceilings,
Even when you tell my name goodnight.

You called me out so many times now,
But you never do answer timely to mine.
I’ll let you take the gilded stage and bow,
How is it that facing up to it is a crime?

Strings that tie and bind blindly,
Can we now laugh and share the truth?
Stringing along, although I love your song,
What can we say we knew?

Strings that tie seem unbroken,
Never mind the passing of time.
Do you realize I call you in the night before you turned up right,
But what am I to do with you?
Thomas Spychalski

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