Love Can Bring You Back

This piano playing inside my head.
The keys have all gone black.
No going back.
Thin walls all around me.
No words left to say.
Whispered words already said.
Crumpled pages already read.
Falling into the looking glass,
Mirror to my soul.

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where–” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“–so long as I get SOMEWHERE,” Alice added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

Perhaps you were looking for me?
Follow the steps I’ve taken a thousand times.
Sidewalks worn like these shoes of mine.
Thoughts of you on my mind.
Are you already gone.
There’s no coming back?
Through the looking glass.
I see a ghost that must be me.
Sadness is all surrounding me.

But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat:
“We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat,
“Or you wouldn’t have come here.”

To the music playing in my head.
Play these seven notes for instead.
Notes I thought were already dead.
The keys have all gone black.
Endless love can bring you back.
Through the looking glass.
Love can find you wherever you are.
That’s what love can do.

If only you can walk long enough,
Any road will do.”

Credit: Lewis Carroll

 

 

About Idea Capitalist
Family guy and entrepreneur. Small Business owner. NFIB Leadership Council member. Serial blogger.

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