People don’t remember you
When you’re always passing through.
From one harbor to the next
Always there are secrets kept.
Every party has its drug,
And things swept under the rug.
Some people tell,
Some people won’t.
Karma knows
Which hands are dealt.
I’m not around when justice calls,
I hear rumor of great falls.
For every match has a maker,
And though no fault,
Responsibility carries.
Leave a Reply