wisdom is rarely complicated; that’s a fact we tend to forget
a couple boxes of abandoned bananas is not appealing
when what is inside gets exposed to the outside that’s what we’re made of
a cold springtime rain is a good reminder why we take sunday naps
without knowing more what seems to be ominous might just blow over
even with eyes closed the springtime breeze is alive with floral beauty
three a.m. thunder left behind, hours later morning sky on fire
a simple message shouldn’t be that difficult to communicate
with an alphabet in common, we still rarely speak the same language
while we are watching the clown juggle, the conman has picked our pockets
uptown jack 