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THE FORGER’S TALE

I’VE BEEN SEARCHING AND ANGLING FOR THE TRUTH
I’VE LOOKED HIGH AND LOW UNDER ROCKS AND IN THE BOOKS
I’VE TRAVELED DOWN SOME ROAD ON A WHIM OR A DARE
THE WIND WHISPERS A NAME, I PRETEND NOT TO HEAR

WHEN THE TRUTH IT EMERGED I WAS DAZED AND BEMUSED
NOT GLEEFUL OR RELIEVED I WAS SIMPLY
WORN OUT AND FAR REMOVED
I REALIZED MY JOURNEY WAS COMING TO AN END
THE WIND WHISPERS A NAME, I PRETEND NOT TO BEND

IT’S ALL IN THE TIMING OR THE PULL OF THE MOON
THE HOWLING OF AN OGRE OR A SOOTHSAYER’S FOOL
OR MAYBE IT’S THE CROWD THAT PAINTED A PICTURE FOR ME
I GUESS I FOLLOWED THEIR LEAD
AND FELL FOR THE FORGER’S TALE

I DREAMED OF A WINSOME YOUNG MAIDEN LAST NIGHT
WHEN I WOKE I FOUND MYSELF DANCING ALONE IN DIM LIGHT
THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH SAID BELIEF IS IN THE EYE
THE WIND WHISPERS A NAME, I PRETENDED NOT TO LIE

HOW DID I MISS THE TRUTH, WAS I UNDER A SPELL?
OR A CONJURED TRANCE DRUNK WITH
FALSE BELIEF IN MYSELF?
IT WAS RIGHT THERE BEFORE, IT WAS THERE IN PLAIN SIGHT
THE WIND PULLED ME IN, AS I HOWLED THROUGH THE NIGHT

IT’S ALL IN THE TIMING OR THE PULL OF THE MOON
THE HOWLING OF AN OGRE OR A SOOTHSAYER’S FOOL
OR MAYBE IT’S THE CROWD THAT PAINTED A PICTURE FOR ME
I GUESS I FOLLOWED THEIR LEAD
AND FELL FOR THE FORGER’S TALE

Hamden, February 2009

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Song by Steven G. Mednick © 2010 Steven G. Mednick/Prospect Hill Words and Music