Kites in Cloudy Skies: Painting Clouds in Watercolour

Do you rock or do you rock-n-roll?
big ball of fire can you rock my world?
playing the guitar on acoustic waves,
long forgotten rhymes start to grow and start to fade,
thoughts from the beginning keep emerging in the sun
smiles and whispers in the shadow come into the light,
memories are failing, history is a sight
tell me dear God, did I make it right?

Brown woolen hoodies in the backstage at the scene
they roam around like foreign medicine,
crawling up your chest when it burns from within
they pour honey at a whim,
dreams are lost to the ghosts in the notes
and I borrowed all my hopes,
kiting papers on a string
do I write, do I rock or do I sing?

So, do you rock or do you rock-n-roll?
will you be a black hole to my world?
guide me to a future and hold on to my song
till I go beyond and my fists are strong,
hearts are drawn to life on a gamer’s card
and the bass is loud and the rhythm is sound,
feelings are on sale, so do hail:
God of rock-n-roll, please don’t take my sail!

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