Just three notes was
All it took to
Put this song inside my
head.
Now it’s like
A barber pole of
Alternating white and red
Turning, churning,
Never ending,
Echoing in lost refrain,
Patterned chaos,
Just enough to
Drive a simple mind
insane.
Time was I knew all the
words,
But that was oh, so long
ago,
As memory plays empty
Like a violin without its
bow.
No pity for the lonesome
mime
Who slowly beats a silent
drum.
In truth, if you don’t
know the words,
My gentle friend…
Just hum.
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