The Pipe

The Pipe

The day
has passed

And you
sit all
alone

Wonderin
about the
theatre

In the
aura of
Life

Passed by
& loosin
grip on

There are
many flowers

Sparklin &
shinin

And then
there are
moments

A tear
slips by

The shadow
of the
darkness
inside

And the
hollowness
outside

A pipe
nearby

Steamin &
waitin

Time to
say adieu

It’s the
night

Which I
must roll
into

Caution: This might be all theory

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