There was just a little more to do, he was sure of that
It shouldn’t take long, but that was the same thing he said three hours ago
Now he was still in his chair staring at the computer monitor, wondering how to kill all the bugs
You would think it was a gargantuan task, but he liked his job and to him it was…
Making food always made him feel both happy and sad.
Every morsel that left his kitchen was a love note to those who ordered it.
A loving response was an empty plate that came back, ready to be cleaned for a new missive.
Leaving food on the plate meant rejection and left him wondering what went wrong.
Making that walk down the hallway, her feet heavier with each step
If she had more time to think, more time to make sure, more time to know if this was right
She was now having doubts, yet here she was wearing white and wondering if she had an “I do” in her.
Everyone was waiting, but looking down that aisle felt like she was walking her last…
Stars send speeding photons flying through the nothingness
To land blissfully on my eyes as I look heavenward
Awestruck at the age of the light that graced me
Realizing a small chunk of ancient history
Looking at a place that might not exist anymore
It causes me to pause, wondering what I am casting into the void around me
Giving life to something that will outlast my stay in this universe
Hoping that someone will gaze upon that something and be inspired
To create their own light and cast it into the unknown
It felt like Bob was being played
Not that the rest of his bandmates would agree
Songwriting was his thing, coming up with melodies and words, but harmonies…
That’s why Bob had to admit producing was not his forte
Ron was the guy arranging all his songs, and Bob was usually happy with that
Until Ron was insistent that this idea would put the song over the top
Meaning he should buy into it, trust Ron and the process
Except this idea seemed so dumb that he just couldn’t get behind it
Now everyone was staring at him wondering why he wouldn’t at least try, but
There was no way that a ballad needed more cowbell!
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We look into each other’s lives and wonder what lies behind those curtains
If others have things so much better than us
Not realizing that as we stare in that they can stare back
Determined to see past our drapes
Observing all the cobwebs and clutter
While wondering why we have it so much better than they do
Been shaking the pair in my hand and wondering
Obviously the way they land is random
Now that wasn’t an appealing thought
Every ounce of him wanted to believe in luck, that now was his time
So when they came up snake eyes, he knew he had been right
Conundrum of faith
Looking over the edge and seeing only the unknown
It makes one pause wondering if you should take that next step
Following your heart, believing that you can fly or…
Fearing the fall and fitfully fleeing…
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Watching time crawl slowly past
And wondering why you are not here
It drives me crazy as I count the seconds
To when I can join you in heaven
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At one time Riley thought he really cared for Tabitha
Little kisses snuck in when no one was looking
Making those goofy faces when they sent each other snaps
On the outside everything was perfect
Still, it was doomed to failure from the start
Too bad Tabitha was already married
Feelings were hurt when she wouldn’t leave her husband
Even after Riley had professed his feelings
Looking back it was probably all for the better
Leaving her husband would have put doubt in their relationship
It would have festered with Riley, wondering would she do it again
Never fully trusting her though he would try so hard
Little by little Tabitha and he grew apart
Only Jessica being there for him got him through it
Vixen that she was, she showed him what commitment could deliver
Eventually he grew to appreciate the wife he already had over the one he wanted
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