CRAZY RHYTHM

Isn’t it so very true?
The lost rarely find their way back
And the earth keeps on turning
It waits for no man; there are no reasons
Love has a way of cracking up
What was wonderful takes a wrong turn
This is life and we must keep moving
Seldom are there retakes
 
Sometimes it seems it would be nice
To have a Director running the show
All the corrections come from there
The only source of ill-will
Would life be easier that way?
It may be hard to say, but
Spontaneity would likely disappear
Then slowly boredom seeps into life
 
And other reasons for sadness manifest
I hear the drama in future discussions
Oh, I miss him so; oh, I miss her so
Tripping over your own shoes is sad
Our inclinations are to do just that
We get involved in the blame game
Often forgetting to look into the mirror
 
I close my eyes and wait for nightfall
I can lie back and reflect; try to soften
My heart to the sweet music of
Benny Carter, Stan Getz or Grover Washington, Jr.
I am a prisoner of love and should only trust my heart
There is no midnight sun so I wait for a moon
I dwell on memories that shake my heart
Why does this stuff happen?
 
Don’t put your horn away; I need answers
Pride is a difficult master; time advances
Oh, I wish I could do things over
Maybe someone new will come along
Would that be better?  I don’t know
What was appears to be gone for sure
The freight train is slow tonight,
But I am on my way
 
Stanski
May 15, 2020 ^