Random Thoughts

© 2016 Mark Cote

molasses words don't pierce the night
and the turn you take is not the right
but is a spark of gold as bright
as a pure glow of heart-felt white

mystic writes with future's pen
how far ahead I know not when
whisper softly songs to you
is it green or is it blue

(chorus) just random thoughts
                  a scattered mind
                  random things I left behind
                  random thoughts
                  roads up ahead
                  just random thoughts inside my head

the walrus asks Poe to dance
if the clouds will go he'll take a chance
the shadows hide under the bed
dreams so far above his head

(chorus)