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Maybe, baby, boy, man

 
Darkness falling, images fading;
No more warnings, broken pieces still remain.
Fix the future; in the past I was a weekend warrior.
Fight the system, stay young and discover your own way.


Music helps us to find the truth.
Electronic movements; under your world we are unique.
Keep on trying, see a way through;
Push the buttons and find the right key.


We are in boxes, going in rewind;
Memories remind us that today is our time.
Words find their own meaning when we have a dictionary mind;
Thoughts become numbers we see on a coded matrix line.


Another number who hopes to shine;
A lucky stumbler who lands in place.
Different voices that are new to our eyes,
Show us how to become the person we are, before our grave.


Timeless entity, we wish we were.
Hopes and dreams change as we evolve.
Imagination brings love to her,
But she cannot see me waving my soul.


Paint by letters with alphabet spaghetti words;
Send me a signal using neon lights.
Show me how to become seen when all I can be is a blur;
A maybe, baby, boy, man who is still out of her sights.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Written by AaHarvey
Published | Edited 18th Feb 2017
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