It's Tricky When

You Feel Someone

Has Done Something

On Your Behalf



It's Slippery When

Your Sense Of Justice

Murmurs Underneath

And Is Asking You:



How Am I Going To Make It Right?



With A Palm Full Of Stars

I Throw Them Like Dice

Repeatedly

I Shake Them Like Dice

And Throw Them On The Table

Repeatedly

Repeatedly

Until The Desired Constellation Appears

And I Ask Myself:



How Am I Going To Make It Right?

How Am I Going To Make It Right?

How Am I Going To Make It Right?

And You Hear

How Am I Going To Make It Right?