Now on ground,
now
on palm.
Yo-yo
bounce,
up
and down.
On the wall,
on
the ground.
Feeling
up,
feeling
down.
Bouncing
up,
bouncing
down.
What
was right,
now
is wrong.
What
is right?
What
is wrong?
Laughter
now,
wet
eyes soon.
You
good soul,
keep
that smile.
In
your eyes,
pain
and hurt,
spite
and might.
But
why?
I feel and I know,
how
like a yo-yo,
you’ll
bounce back.
To
take me on,
another time,
another day.
I
must keep
my
smile on,
swallow
the hurt,
bite
my teeth.
Hear
no evil,
speak
no evil,
make
it work.
Feel
the music
of
yearning love,
in
my heart
and
my soul.
No
matter what,
YOU
and only you,
are
my Yo-Yo.
May 2009
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