Wonderland or Not

If we loo­ked at things slower

Would it matter?

If we lis­te­ned with our eyes

Would we see?

Or would the tears be

the non stin­ging type

attri­bu­ted to pollen

Dis­re­gar­ded

wiped away with sweaty palm

unack­now­led­ged

My play­list:

George Ben­son — Mas­que­rade

Are we really happy with

This lonely game we play

Loo­king for the right words to say

Searching but not finding

Unders­tan­ding anyway

Were lost in this masquerade

Public Enemy — What a Fool Believes 

Power to the people

cause the peo­ple want peace

have no fear

you’re safe right here

you are protected

you are respected

the peo­ple got a voice

the peo­ple got a choice

While my Gui­tar Gently Weeps/ acous­tic version/full Beatle version/ Con­cert for Ban­gla­desh ver­sion. Excess is some­ti­mes a necessity.

I look at you all

see the love there that’s sleeping

While my gui­tar gently weeps

I look at the floor

and I see it need sweeping

Still my gui­tar gently weeps

I don’t know why

nobody told you how to unfold you’re love

I don’t know how

someone con­tro­lled you

they bought and sold you

I hate it when.….….….….…..

I run out of goat cheese.