Michael McGuire Sophia In Blue
SOPHIA IN BLUE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
There is a universal woe in the shrug of her brow, caught in the gears
of the ruthless mechanics of how, till it all seems a hollow game of
survival and strife, and all she really has is the beating heart of her life,
there was a world in her eyes now there’s just a moon, there is a
dream in her bed but it just sleeps till noon, she use to give the divine
intervention of her touch, now she says she’s got to much of a limp to
be a crutch.
Sophia in blue, a sky without a sun, Sophia in blue, an empty ocean of
love.
She rehearses her preferred scenario even the gods take heed, and the
rain comes down roses for this pitiful deed, is there a secret shared is
there a heaven waiting, her feline grace destruction is a goddess
creating, but she is ruined by the play of the elements and where is her
fire, this light serves no heat just shadows of desire, she is a new world
buried in an ancient star mapped sky, without the motive curse of envy
or the servitude of why.
Sophia in blue, sculpted in cold stone, Sophia in blue, a beauty without
a mirror.
Does it have to be this petty little parade of vanity, she wonders on the
world the chemical sum of her sanity, why some nasty little nothing
means more than the riches of silence, every bum’s back ally every
boardroom bride breeds violence, so she is her victim her wounded
eyes only read the lines, the ground offers no path the sky offers no
signs, she is the math of ages undone by the moments arithmetic, the
enormity of the now overfeeds her lust and leaves her lovesick.
Sophia in blue, dreaming of days divine, Sophia in blue, waiting in
breath and bone.
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