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Witless, Mindless, Moodless
Witless, mindless, moodless; is this
all that's come from being witness?
To the souls that pass me by,
Who speak in tongues that leave me lipless.
Just another day my friend.
A span of time, God has allowed
to gaze upon the vibrant Earth
and mend some of my broken vows.
Black; a color of a spirit.
Blue; an eye that saw so true.
Green; the only thing I live for,
in my life green's always new.
Sadness, you can hear my sadness;
but it's not because of fate,
not for any living person,
not because of losing faith.
Sadness, you can feel my sadness
in my stupor, as I sway,
and carelessly throw out my proverbs;
desperate to give them away.
Brian McKeon ©1999
E-mail: mckeonb@kpgraphics.com
