TO THE GIRL WITH THE LONG BROWN HAIR II

I know the time will come again

When the fates will play our cards

Like a night time soap opera

With a thickening plot

Where the actors are also the audience

I've never tried to fool myself

As to having a sixth sense

Only a strategist with an eye

For the probable and the possible

No matter how incredible

The story may sound

Even the distance from the beginning

To the ending

And all the flowers that we planted

Only seemed to get uprooted

Unintentionally by us or by others

From episode to episode

The walls kept getting higher

With any ladders that we hoisted

To catch fire

All around

The extras laughed

Scoffing at our production and direction

Telling us to bury the script

Unbelieving success

Could still be found between the lines

Of some new inspiration

If not in this world

Then maybe that of the next

© 1982 Chris Sorrenti