I'm laughing at you
As the clock ticks away
Timing going by
Traveling through the space that we bend
And soap up the experience

I'm laughing at you
Because you are blind
And dance alone on the parquet floor
Scented like a purple rose of earthly delight

I'm laughing at you
When the children play on the rusty swing set
On the park bench I wait
And you only pretend in the rain showers

I'm laughing at you
As you giggle in your sleep
And wake up to the sunrise of yesterday
And wonder if he had lied and if I was right



© 1999 David Greg Harth
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