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Wondering Why
A captive of his genius
And prisoner of his insight
The Jester played New York
Like a fiddler on the run
The truth always just a step
Ahead or behind his perception
The music caught in between
Like an opera singer's pause for breath
‘The Times Were A Changing'
-and he was left forever wondering why
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
And prisoner of his insight
The Jester played New York
Like a fiddler on the run
The truth always just a step
Ahead or behind his perception
The music caught in between
Like an opera singer's pause for breath
‘The Times Were A Changing'
-and he was left forever wondering why
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
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