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Summer Night Blues
A million broken thoughts run in my head
like a broken mirror atop the water;
many voices, i don't know what any said.
i know i dream alone - i see no other.
Thoughts of rain splashing in my hair, on the ground.
Music running, heart racing, night bellowing.
Unbearable is all of this mental sound,
but there are no signs i see of mellowing.
i want
to float,
but all i can do
is sink further
down, down,
down
from happy peace
to chaotic panic.
Blessed is the Juniper with songs of love;
Mademoiselle is beautiful beyond belief.
Yes, sounds of Donovan drift down from above,
providing a chaos that's almost relief
right with colors, Doctor Who, and hot weather.
Not a time for study - got the summer blues,
a disease i think won't soon get much better
for i know mind, heart, and soul must pay their dues.
