Encore, Encore, Encore
John Samaras
I walk across the avenue
To adjust my attitude
People stare, unaware
Of the truth that’s in the air
Born to believe
In anything
Sticking closely to the script
We’ve prescribed but won’t admit
The sun’s rays will break the ice
A transition that nature’s devised
The story goes on
Page after page
All that you see
Is bound to repeat
The spokes of the wheel
Spin casually
A former self walks up to you
To partake in this point of view
The beauty that surrounds us all
Is the voice that answers the call
The regency ends
Before it begins
All that you see
Is bound to repeat
The spokes of the wheel
Spin casually
