Tripping
There has to be,
Something I cannot see,
Beyond the picture
That lies before me,
At times, it’s kind of frightening
Filled full of unfamiliar sounds
But the story runs along.
The sound of music takes me for a ride.
Melodies touch my soul
And my heart is open wide.
Here I am, another hour.
Another minute hand
To push me down the line,
And the story runs along
By Pedro Vallejo a.k.a. “Page” - 2018