John Lennon’s 75th birthday concert

Nostalgia as misty eyes fantasize o’er
years swimming past in ages–
eyes fill as an ocean
chest fills with emotion,
the heart feels a notion of turning pages

same old-same old…again
our world at the brink of war

Dejavú is but a point of view
hearing and feeling the beat
of the music…again.  Don’t know
whether to cry or to sing,
or what to want more than anything

same old-same old…again
our world at the brink of war  

To breathe with the rhythm
of music of the heart
marking the beat in time passing;
recalling  dreams and
memories — the soul in part.

same old-same old…again
our world at the brink of war

Sometimes the longing is near too much
to bear the emptiness within–
the yawning chasm, the
lonely heart caught in a spasm,
aching to escape into the rotating prism.

same old-same old…again
our world
at the brink of war