Tim Pearson - Enigma

Excitations, degradations
Invitations, exhortations
Everyone speaks their voice
Running with the wind
Till I hear your voice again
Anybody has a choice

Mayhem, pay them
And sometimes betray them
Wondering at the morning dew
Escaping from the red-hot heat
Murmuring walking down the street
Asking only, "Where are you?"

Questions, answers, no solutions
As we gaze out at the pollutions
Contemplating if its worth it to be free
Roaming with the iridescent blue sky
Watching people striding by
While settled people watch TV

Tim Pearson

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