The Picket Fence
Copyright 2003 by Jon Gill

Everywhere I go I feel
A love I'll never find
I follow pairs like a flat fifth wheel
An extra third eye blind
But blind is what I'll never be
For everywhere I look
I covet romance not meant for me
And hope for Cupid's hook.

What is contentment when I'm in
This lonely state of mind?
What's not of faith, is it really sin
When I'm already behind?
There must be one to fill my needs
At least that's been my notion
Ideas bloom from suggestion's seeds
And blossom into emotion.

Dreams die hard, and when they do
You wish you weren't awake
You'd rather the earth had swallowed you
In a rabbit-hole earthquake
Maybe then, and only then
You'd get to stay for tea
Inside the dream within your head
Reality with no fee.

So how to solve this lonely riddle
This apparition wrought in smoke?
The answer's still playing second fiddle
To the dream that's spiritually broke
The dream is a yearning, a longing, a burning
It's the focus that holds the flaw
It's time for the magnifying glass to be turning
To the beauty I never saw.

I never thought once, that for all my money
This mystery wouldn't be tough -
You see, a satisfied man loathes even honey
And he knows when he has enough
Loneliness is not caused by being alone
But of nowhere to focus affection
So awaken your heart to Passion full-blown:
Bear witness to Love's resurrection!


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