Brookwrite

Central Park One

In this world so far I've seen
things not shown in magazines,
vice and lies that don't seem there
til someone's skeleton lies bare.

In this world with so much right
is born a new heartache each night,
each day good and bad men die
for neither are we real sure why.

In this world to win her heart
you must keep certain things apart,
don't search yourself inside out
'cause she wants you without a doubt.

In this world of so much wrong
you waste if you dwell for too long
on might or right or on this song
you're better just to move along.

Written in September, 1999, during a sabbatical in Manhattan. The first of three written on a park bench on the eastern side near 78th Street.