Feng Shui…two, three
I laugh at the sound of silence
and still there is no reply
I laugh out loud this time
Just to hear the echoes of
My own far away cries
Dance,
two, three
In the mirror
I dance to the silence
With me
And the shattered teeth of the clowns
smile back
two, three
Softly creating personality
Reminding me so noisily
I prefer to pull the strings
two, three
Of my own destiny
A carnivale olé’
Again and again
Each and every day
I create my own feng shui
Tomorrow’s could simply be
Singing loudly, off key
In the center of a public library
two, three
She discards the notion of necessity
That I retain my sanity
In the glory of all my audacity
Because she loves me
two, three
and still there is no reply
I laugh out loud this time
Just to hear the echoes of
My own far away cries
Dance,
two, three
In the mirror
I dance to the silence
With me
And the shattered teeth of the clowns
smile back
two, three
Softly creating personality
Reminding me so noisily
I prefer to pull the strings
two, three
Of my own destiny
A carnivale olé’
Again and again
Each and every day
I create my own feng shui
Tomorrow’s could simply be
Singing loudly, off key
In the center of a public library
two, three
She discards the notion of necessity
That I retain my sanity
In the glory of all my audacity
Because she loves me
two, three
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