Tapioca Tundra

Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme
Lose themselves in other times
And waiting hopes cast silent spells
That speak in clouded cluesIt cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of youCareful plays on fields
That seems to vanish when they're in between
And softly as I walk away
In freshly tattered shoesIt cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of youSunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at easeSilhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the newsIt cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of youWell, sunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at easeSunshine, ragtime
Blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right
Standing more at easeSilhouettes and figures stay
Close to what he had to say
And one more time the faded dream
Is saddened by the newsIt cannot be a part of me
For now it's part of you