Traces

Hornets nest beside a carriage holding a precious cargo
Disguised as a form of alternate expression
Like "gosh" encased in middle highbrow humor feigning indifference

Country celebrities shades of Portugese disenfranchisement
Leaves little to your shallow imagination I am afraid
Please do not take this as a slight as to your education, my friend

On the set a director who is incompetent halts the proceedings with a growl
How dare you respect the nature of consternation when faced with despair
Yes she is pretty, as far as that goes.


And so I awaken to dawn, filled with promise held certain by station
Looking to a horizon made simple of implication
Reserved for complacent stares into unknown futures

Traces of the memories to convictions yet remorsefull
Shallow pools of certainty laid bare
By the drought you have left by your departure

I reach out for a memory of you
So few left, so empty
And so I awaken to the dawn..........