Will I show you who I am
Will I reveal the face
I know I’ve been?
Will the lines of tomorrow
Be etched
Across my taunt skin?
Will the ones
That happened yesterday
Be still there
In a full or forced grin?
I don’t know the answer
Cause you see
I don’t know who I’ve been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Why it happened
I don’t know
Dealing with the aftermath
Is not a pretty show.
Maybe I’ll be better
Maybe I’ll get thru all this
I don’t know.
Sorrow and sadness carry me
Make the world slow
Forever, it seems no pleasure
Caring I don’t know.
Will it end?
Will I be happy once more?
I don’t know
I just don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Tell me something
I don’t know
Open up my heart
Let my soul know.
Don’t go down
The street of hurt and anger
Or God forbid
We don’t know the answer.
Tell me something
Tell me something
I need
I need to know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Honestly
I don’t know where to be
Honestly
The path is winding way beyond me
Do I follow it?
Do I turn the other way
Seek the horizon there across the bay?
Honestly
Can you tell me?
Sometimes
I don’t know what to say
Or just how I’ll find my way
Sometimes
I just don’t know
That’s when I have to trust
Everything will be alright
Sometimes
Everything will flow
To a place I sometimes know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Why did it come?
Where has it been?
Where will it go?
This I don’t know
All I can do is
Care
And let it show.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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When The Sorcerer Comes To Town
October 26, 2015When the sorcerer comes to town
The earth will stop and rotate back around
No friendly comment can expose
A sneaky agenda found beneath the folds
Then and only then will laughter stop a train
Heartache be nothing and nothing to blame
When the sorcerer comes to town
Will you be here or over there?
Will I stand tall or fade to fair?
Will trees bend dropping leaves
Upon the ground
Or reach up scratching heaven’s sky?
Don’t know but I will tell you why
When the sorcerer comes to town.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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