on a quiet night
association, the
you can hear the rustling of the leaves
distant voices carry softly in the breeze
captured in a moment's thought
strumming on a chord from my guitar
time hangs heavy in the air just like a cloud
wondering what it's about
playing in a three-ring circus
searching for a purpose that's not there
as i look out through my windowpane
it can play tricks on your ear
like some unsolved mystery
we all guess at the ending
playing in a three-ring circus
searching for a purpose that's not there