Three Minutes With Reality
for Astor Piazzolla
It takes so little to get the three minutes
Or so much depending on where you are
Those three minutes might be sombre
They could be ecstatic or just be quiet
The only trick is to be there at the time
After that they who look back will say
Your life is never going to be the same
Three minutes of a battle or a burn or love
You were outside it and now you're in
Well what do they know it's not a club
You survive that and you survive the next
And then three minutes fall down like rain
It gets louder and louder and then it stops
Three minutes with reality float by like clouds
But please don't get the wrong idea.
© 2010 Rob Schackne
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