Just can't shake this alone
Or the need to hold it
Maybe it's the night
Maybe the wind
Her, the music
My reflection in glass
Yesterday
But i just can't shake
This alone
Or the need to hold it
Maybe it's the night
Maybe the wind
Her, the music
My reflection in glass
Yesterday
But i just can't shake
This alone
My ideas flutter
And sail
Never taking root
Never finding home
The stars, so many
Seeing so much
Seen of so many
Yet cold beyond cold
And oh so alone
I, always a part
Of the whole
But transient
By design and offense
A game within
Itself
The whole
Never saying my name
Just can't shake
This alone
A fable
Within a riddle
A rose on sandy beach
Peculiar
Over pretty
A book written backwards
When sideways
Is the norm
A night translucent
To sterile diners
With good manners
Maybe her, yes
The music, for sure
The wind full of haunt
Yesterday
And my reflection
In glass
Have you a sweater, martha?
But martha isn't there
Only my reflection
Full of cold stars
Just can't shake
This alone
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