Here It Comes Again!

Ah my thoughts

They run together

Through the fields

And o'er the heather

Ah the blood

Beats through my brain

From my heart

And back again

The karmic cycle does repeat

The restlessness of hands and feet

The stinging words

The sustained lies

The hackneyed wind

From wings of butterflies

That rounds the world and does repeat

As the tidal wave that sinks a fleet

Every love I've ever done

Every loss I wished I'd won

Beneath the sand 'tween every stone

An echo, echo, life I've known

And had I'd been another man

Twice my size, twice as grand

That error'd not, the moment seized

What courses taken, what pleasure squeezed

These misses 'round the world repeat

These clapping hands, these stamping feet

And one day an old man am I

Stumbling, stuttering, getting by

Wondering if I'd phrased it so,

Or begged her not, her hand, let go

Or if I hadn't thrown that rock just so

At six, a felon, a cracked window

Or if I'd simply whispered "yes" not "no"

What cloudy fates I'd surely know

What kind of man I could have been

Lives I could have led, sins I could have sinned

Oh to simply chalk it up to sweet regret,

Forsakes a truth not mentioned yet

That the rock I threw when I was six

Brings the window owner into the mix

Caused Mr. Robertson to think of me

Of who I am, of who I'd be

These simple thoughts, these thoughts unfurled

A butterfly wing's wave unleashed upon the world

The blood that beats through Mr. Robertson's brain

Of course creates its own refrain

And a neuron formed by me

Rings a note through eternity

As memories age, they do not die

Just as loves and hatreds - they do not die

They round the world by and by

And find themselves in many forms

In graceful poems, in legal terms

The life I lead it does repeat

My clapping hand, my stamping feet

Do beat a rhythm that sets a time
A tempo that carries on past mine

One day my beating heart will stop

My bones will break, my skull will rot

But while I live, I'll live gently

And search for worthy melody

And when I hear the sweetest song

I'll practice, practice, pass it on