Press Conference
Alone, twisting in the wind
Silent, nothing left to say
Silent, nothing left to say
I do not know this place
I cannot hear the music
Frustrated, I search for a chord
No longer playable.
Rejoicing, sounds of it drift this way
Celebration, at my downfall evidently.
I helped bring this about
I stood shoulder to shoulder
Gloating, they rob me of something
I freely gave them.
Impending, it hangs dark in the air.
Threatening, punishment for something I did not do.
I think my father's thoughts
"People are no damned……"
I push them away the thoughts
Which are not mine but his, but though
Depressing, I know they're sometimes true.by Tom King (c) 2009
