Ambiguous

by Brunson

An endless list of ambiguity
A torment that is not for the ones to say
Little sparks of music light a whole bunch of thoughts
A fallen tree to make firewood, that’s not me.

How can thy be so self-righteous and stick to one thing?
A stupid man said: if you don’t cheat, you don’t lead
How can I be so self-centered and so ambiguous?

Firewood, firewood, in a fireplace when my heart is out of place
Don’t place your trust in me, for I am ambiguous
Like me better than the rest, for my music not to fade.

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