Elvira’s
World
Spark of
light you’ve made it thru’ the night
Flywheel
is the sign of life alight
It starts
to move and you picture your morn’ groove
Cold
floor is your waker, warm body left behind
First
thought is the grind of the welcoming kind
Java Joe’s
always embracing and normality starts to show
So with
focus now no longer a foe, the day’s there to win
Into
routine, the god’s confidence trick sin
Makes you
feel it’ll always be that way
But
they’re jokers trying to entice into the hay
Drop your
guard and the illusion is time to play
Time
thieves that there’ll always be tomorrow and a day
You moan
about the daily mundane yet miss it when it’s gone
There’s
no time in reality to do what you love and get it done
So it’s a
fight between, needing a magic trick or two
Requiring
a witch’s spell to conjure up special glue
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