Gord

2025-01-20 07:13 am

Gray, soot and ash,
Prospects of red,
Prophets of man, 
Say look at the back,
Confidence in space,
Dreams from the trash.

Without arms, war, without debt,
Red just looks as it is,
Never having beauty in it.

Gray, hooks and bags,
Prospects of violent ends,
Talk in the common grounds,
Say what you can,
Confidence in defence,
Dreams from the calf.

Stay aloof and fashionable,
Projects of tribal dance,
Hospitals and viral clips,
And take what you can...

E, flats, D, valves,
See, pass, be, pass, 
Even a chromatic,
Play what you can,
Eventually life passes.