(if) i had my time again
i bet you’d find, again,
one man already two steps out the door.
the tallest of trees will bend
anchored to earth, but then
having deep roots doesn’t mean you can’t soar-
the stars don’t lie; its funny that people will bury it deep, still,
the stars don’t lie;
its just that they can’t see the point.
the time in new mexico
(we) talked about castro, you
thought he was just a misguided messiah.
i said what i couldn’t know,
tyrants will come and go,
and this one would fade out like smoke from a fire… but
the stars don’t lie; you say things for long enough, words become stronger
the stars don’t lie;
they just have no interest in us….
it seems so strange that shadow and shade are the rule
we re- a rrange truth til no one sees quite what to do…
(so) now that i understand
more than i care to, and
wish to make good on the stakes i can claim,
i humbly hold out my hand,
admit that i have no plan
running headfirst in the joy of the game, and
the stars don’t lie; you may not believe and its hard to conceive that
the stars don’t lie;
the Just have to fight their own war…
jmidworth 
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