Pick me something pretty,
pick me something sweet,
something where satisfaction
and dreams can meet,
something where we
can peacefully keep,
where our legs and fatigue
can meet with sleep.
Play me something peaceful,
something just slow enough
to slow this racing pulse
in this race too rough,
something that can sooth
feet swollen and sore,
something that will mean
just a little bit more.
String up the songs
that settle it all,
the ones that capture
imagination with their call,
the ones that live
only that which we can't,
the ones to unite
our disjointed chant.
And allow it all
to flow from your hands,
to come from you fingers
according to your plans,
and allow it to take
these complacent souls
left here so placid
to a place where made whole.
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