Call in the drummers
/ poetry

A clear case of selfdeception
I could even fall in love
a matter of perception
another point of no return
let me tell you what I’ll learn
it’s nothing again

If I wasn’t such a cynic I could believe
so put me down for two times
merry go ’round of relieve
on those wheels of fire
all I require
is a decent farewell

Watch the rain that came
call in the drummers from their mangers
hear no news
that mentions your name
fear no changes
all will stay the same

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