It's been almost an hour
since you made your choice,
and you still haven't told no one.
It's been almost a day
since you got home, and
you still haven't called no one.
Well you can call me, and tell me
everything you need to hear.
And I'll come over, and faithfully
repeat it back into your ear.
But we aren't lying to each other,
'cause we both know it isn't true.
No we aren't fooled.
No we aren't fooled.
We're just fools.
It's been almost forever since I figured out
the tradeoff that it's going to take. And it's
been almost never since that fateful day
that I haven't found you, right in my way.
Well I can move you, like you've moved me
--encircling ourselves in a dance. And we
could lean into the centrifugal sway, and
let our hands stray, and whisper commands,
but we ain't lying to each other.
'Cause we both know it isn't true.
No we aren't fooled, no
we aren't fooled.
We're just fools.
I'm finding ways
to delay
all the things I have to say,
to you.
'Cause I don't know what they are
any more than you do
but we both know they won't be true.
It's been almost an instant
since my heart went right,
after infinite stretches of wrong.
It's been almost consistent
how certainly fail follows certainty,
certain and strong.
Well, you could help me
and I'd help you, to see
where life has had us deceived,
and we can both pitch in
with mortar and brick,
strengthening the lie
that we lead. But we aren't lying
to each other, 'cause we both know
it isn't true. No we aren't fooled.
No we aren't fooled, we're just fools.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfSrJAuwnRY
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Saturday, May 25, 2024
"Just Fools"
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