LYRIC FOR SALE

By Jon McKay

Start

When
I take a chance
Just a glance to
The mirror that
Holds my existence
Between

My past
Where I am now
To somewhere else

I have to tell someone that
I have to tell someone that

I use chairs to sit
And think

In search of who
In search of what
In search of where
In search of home

My own table and plates

Middle

Have
I slept too long
Shy away from today
The horizons' grip
Holds my resistance
To-change

The facts
That I now state
My answers-are less

I have to tell someone that
I have to tell someone that

I use clouds to map
My life

In search of compensate
In search of evaporate
In search of condensate
In search of alone

My own fable and slate

Ending

How
I felt and leave
There's no sand display
Cast a line
Holds my persistence
To remedy

Why me
Do I even exist
Trust no-one of grist

I have to tell someone that
I have to tell someone that

I use oceans' to dream
Then sink

In search of how
In search of now
In search of a-bough
In search of atone

My own label to date

Final- Optional

In search of me
In search of my name

In search of me
In search of my name

There must be someone
Outside
That could loan an ear

Occasionally

There must be

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