The Leaning Tower Of Babble

CLICK FOR AUDIO She, someone, or something keeps her heart locked away. I would rescue her. I’m just that self righteous. Ha ! As if I can even help myself. Ride in, polished, armored on my white charger. And set her free from that tower in her head. I’d never get past the other Jacks or the King of Hearts. She sits alone. She is lost in thought She sits alone. Lying to herself and whoever listens that it’s the way she wants it. Have her thoughts lost her, made a prisoner of her heart ? I would not know. I never listen. Heroic tales like Prince Charming, today, come from towers of their own. Like a projection room at a Drive In Theater. She replays her own movie with a plot that never includes the love she’s sought Emptying many tins of film I know I’m a projector with no clue how to start She looks to be away from me And from a blind date gone awry She longs to feel the sidewalk under her feet To escape Love, a dream, a fairytale, a whim Unsure her ...