IT TAKES, TOO!

IT TAKES, TOO!

It takes two to tango but the dance has got twelve steps

Wanna dodge like durango but you haven't hit rock bottom yet

Your drive may cliff dive -if its the beginning starter you forget

Truth allows the disguise to capsize leaving your comfort swept

It takes two to make a one sided mirror laugh back

Shit makes what you do what youre used to out of past attacks

Hit with an unexpected bolt of light and treacherous thunder blasts

Universal intent injected in vain out from under; smashed

Just as guilty filthy your strings; so somene tell my ghosts

Must I bring these demons to dinner you demand exposed

One, two left feet when it comes to redeeming hope I suppose

Step by step no more needing another; sever-much too close

I said from the start; you told me no return on the send

Then dead? head on! your heart you said; I could then depend

Why start a combo of right or wrong or a tall tale pretend

Why dont I trust a blend that doesn't end upon surprise decent

Forced for time- whats it all for if were all floored out of line

Who's stripes are higher in this retired punch drunk paradigm ?

A dozen monkeys make funny money in order to swing and climb

Its kinda funny that misfortune laughs when we reach for broken vines

Soundtrack! what weve found there's no record of having grasped-

A round and around of course, closed course; like private horse track

Bet you cant pick a number and pull a speeding rabbit out of your random hat

I wonder what you really see when you handsomely look at me like that

Labyrinth of paths both future and past; one way there- a hundred ways back

Dancing through suns rays as the moon plays thunderous claps

Nature has a way of making everything ok as long as you respect its mass

Power and grace synchronistically make the weather quake indifferent blasts

Split down the middle whats' fair is fair-in black and white

Omit this hit or miss riddlle that isnt even prepared or nurtured right

Showing your funniest bone to your mother on open mic night

Owning the flow that split the room in two like roof doomed-stalagtite

Maybe the steps are numbers that move up and down

Hazy hiccups and blunders that smooth out after you've moved around

Crazy pick ups and wonders that make you haul ass toward happy town

Over-Dramatic overpass wasted gas fast and now your dancing swims n drowns

Fighting for control causes more emotional toll for two already lonely clowns.

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Steven James Blair