More of the Same

Every night I relive and forget

More of the same everydayness.

— Wintertime in the little Paris of the Tropics.

Things haven’t changed, it’s the same blues and bossa nova

And the songs they dreamed in May.

Yet I’ve seen deeper depths; heard quieter

Silences; went through darker times

Than this same and old today

.

ML

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