Look Away

Duration

5:06

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Other

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Alison's brilliant career had the shine of the cover to a magazine The electric spark perfectly captured the envy of the members of her local scene Despite the inherent contradictions of the advice freely given on the checkout line She performed with precision the faceless walk of a pantomime "A Calling to Arms" was the hackneyed titled dime store novel Steve was attempting to write Describing the action took liberties he felt that were justified His editor surely took notice of the indirect manner in which Steve approached his craft But chalked it up to another case if writer's cramp One, two, three times a day he might give the old window a glance Earthen bed, high on the sill, lies dormant as the weeks advance he asks "Where are the sounds of Spring to the air, that yell to the Winter I've won? Its apparent as the days grow longer, but where is the warmth of the sun?" Their third floor walk-up was a masterpiece devoted to epicurean delights With constant invitations someone would be over to crash on the couch for the night The take out order always came wrong regardless how the delivery boy tried The egg rolls were cold and the soda ran warm and Alison found no fortune inside Look look away can't look him square in the eye Gone is the debonair repartee replaced with a thinly veiled sigh "Where are the sounds of Spring in the air, that yells to the Winter I've won? Its apparent as the days grow longer, but where is the warmth of the sun?" This is a dark age This is a dark age for us all