Title: Echoes
by Chris from Northamptonshire | in writing, poetry
The echo of the school yard is all that I hear
Whenever the truth is near
Something big will happen soon
Yet the ending will not be as jolly as that of a cartoon
Plan I must and plan I shall
So it will not appear so tall
Whatever this shall be
It is greater than you and me
I shall not cause it, neither will you
But the impact of it will reveal all that is true
I do the best that I can
To create my master plan
However with how life is today
Whatever it is shall still play
The feeling inside me often does try
For me to live knowing that lie
The world laughs and carries on
Forever in a joyous song
I shall not fall pray to the trap
For I hear the echo of the tap
To do my job a new name I must get
And my past forever forget
To make the echo disappear
So that the truth can be clear
The sound of all
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