interpretation

Where it for nothing,

Save salvation walking

beating like waves on a shore.

Sometimes I'm thinking

that people aren't blinking.

“Fore,” cries the golfer, “Fore.”

But what if I told you

that interpretation

straddles the line

before inspiration

and what if I told you

that this definition

was nothing but syllables

with nothing but rhythm.

Sometimes I'm thinking

that girls are winking,

though sometimes I'm really not sure.

My handlers are roughing

at the bit they're toughing

they just need more and more.

But what if I told you

that nothing is told to

the reasoning behind is quite

vague.

And what if I asked you

to define a casual

would it look like we caught the

plague.