The constellations were scribbled in the sky
a scribe for reckoning with the here and now
history ablaze
blows our future to old beginnings
renewed for our narrow minds
always running us in circles to what we shall become
ashes to ashes
and to dust, we shall return
stars
Love is what we choose
You don’t need to sit down To put on ya slip on shoes Hurry up We got a lotta dancing to do Shmoozing round these streets Romancing our dues The star lit canvas, is certainly our muse We don’t need to sing the heart break blues If love is what we choose © 2016 May
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