http://www.bayview-house.com/images/site/gallery/sun_porches_and_decks/white_fence.jpgLonely day
Yapping of the family dog
Sounding on the block
As slowly I begin again,
Begin again to walk
Past the giggling children
Playing in the park
Towards the picket fences
White enough to see in dark
Past the welcome signs
Hanging on the doors
And scattered dandelions
Hoping for rain to pour
The silence now begins again
As the rain spatters down
Still walking down the quiet street
The noise begins to sound
Low and dull at first
The melody seems to beckon
As if to say, it were calling me
Calling me to reckon
Drawn to the harmony
I float toward the source
To the suburban home
The rain lingering, of course
The song begins to gesture
At it's depressing soul
Stuck in isolation
Longing for control
Sympathizing with the desires
I loiter in its presence
Now knowing I am not alone
It sooths my very essence
Yapping of the family dog
Sounding on the block
As slowly I begin again,
Begin again to walk
Past the giggling children
Playing in the park
Towards the picket fences
White enough to see in dark
Past the welcome signs
Hanging on the doors
And scattered dandelions
Hoping for rain to pour
The silence now begins again
As the rain spatters down
Still walking down the quiet street
The noise begins to sound
Low and dull at first
The melody seems to beckon
As if to say, it were calling me
Calling me to reckon
Drawn to the harmony
I float toward the source
To the suburban home
The rain lingering, of course
The song begins to gesture
At it's depressing soul
Stuck in isolation
Longing for control
Sympathizing with the desires
I loiter in its presence
Now knowing I am not alone
It sooths my very essence
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