Good Things Come.

I don’t know. When good things come

When I’ve without them so long-

Why instincts should have me run-

I don’t know. When good things come

When values flux, as gauges run-

How a feather weighs as if a tonne-

I don’t know. When good things come

When my stick pounds my drum-

What frightens me about this song-

I don’t know. When good things come

When memories seizes moment-

Where am I, as mind trips this time-

I don’t know. When good things come.

History will say of it I tend to run.

Either by leg or mind I seem to run.

I do not know when good things come.

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