Walking through a field of dandelions
Clinging to my wish,
Clutched in one hand,
Wondering what on earth
I could possibly ask this field of dandelions for.
Should I ask
For my audition to go well?
Or something personal like
I hope my friends don't hate me by the end of this year?
Or should I ask
For good grades
Or maybe
For next year to
Not suck?
All the questions
Echo around my brain
As I stand among the flowers
In this field of dandelions,
Clinging to my wish.
Duet
starting together ending together
weaving around each other's sound
adapting tuning
instinctively fitting into the tone
the way we want to do this
the contrast
played so perfectly
The agony of the human race
simple creatures
snickering at my poetry
banging their fists against their heads
stalling work
reading mushy parts of books they pretend not to enjoy
saying stupid things
Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too
F F F F F G F-D Bb C D C-A G F-
imitating the human voice with instruments
percussion back there repeatedly hitting the sleigh bells
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