Friday the Thirteenth

My, oh my, all superstitions repeat

Lord, can’t lose the beat

So vulnerable once again

Entering that world of Zen

One thing that will assist

With catching up with what’s missed

Is getting stuck in the box

Boy, then you’d need to be a fox

Yes, you’ll need very much to think outside

Because dying there would be end of ride

The sunshine is a perfect gift

The gloom will surely lift

If your love is stuck in an elevator

With no ups nor downs

When could you ever be thankful

For two feet on the ground?

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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