Momentary Peace


			You listen to the words -
			They are not yours.
			This person you do not know.
			You drift along slowly,
			Listening -
			The words become yours,
			This person becomes yours,
			And you become to them
			What the words tell you to be.
			It is all imaginary,
			You will finish the song,
			Only to find that the person is once more a stranger,
			Once more not the person for you.


© R. A. W. S. Clarke

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