If I Was An Arrow, I'D Be On The Bullseye
So typical, so systematic
by Faith Wood
like working in an assembly line
Each part in its' place
and I was dead on.
I'll be honest though,
you aren't to blame-
it could have been anyone
He was glue,
couldn't resist the temptation,
a butterfly's flirtation
And you, my friend have the voice of a piano
Who wouldn't want a taste?
But I guess it takes a neophyte's perspective
to see the unseen
We tend to live in clearer light
or perhaps it's just out judgment
that's so implicable.