When the sorcerer comes to town
The earth will stop and rotate back around
No friendly comment can expose
A sneaky agenda found beneath the folds
Then and only then will laughter stop a train
Heartache be nothing and nothing to blame
When the sorcerer comes to town
Will you be here or over there?
Will I stand tall or fade to fair?
Will trees bend dropping leaves
Upon the ground
Or reach up scratching heaven’s sky?
Don’t know but I will tell you why
When the sorcerer comes to town.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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