BefuddledLawyer

Hard pounding rain falls Lost deeply in my own thoughts Who am I fooling

Soft green hills in sun Under a shade by an oak A breeze by your ear

Is it in others I'm to be made and forged by Or in my actions

Man of mystery Full of talent and kindness Not of my likeness

I wonder at times when night has come nigh Was I a love or just a passing fancy Deep are my thoughts I've drawn and sigh To think you were to be my fiancee

Soft tapping outside Green leaves burst and bloom outright Bird song in the air

Up, up young salt your path is ever long The twist and turns that may lead you astray All you can do is pound the streets along Sorry young son no work for you, too young With no experience I send away Up, up young salt your path is ever long The feet foot falls and you do not belong Application filled out at a café All you can do is pound the streets along To hire you so green would be all wrong Am please to meet you and have a good day Up, up young salt your path is ever long Cash in your hand you join the growing throng On the bus and in a seat, no delay All you can do is pound the streets along Soft humming has lull aw

The darkness turns to light and back again Soft humming below me in dreams taken Long worries of miles ahead of us From home to London its there of bust

Blacken city lights Engine runs in hot spring air Good friend sits by me

Brain on the dead side Spring air flows and sways the leafs Longing for friendship