THREE SONGS, THREE SLEEPS

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Three Songs, Three Sleeps.

Intro

For three nights

I slept the three sleeps of the wise
I thought the three classic thoughts
And became three times wiser

As I rode

Three beasts
To three villages
To learn three songs

I saw

Three hills
Three heavens
Three seas

I heard

Tree winds
Three waves
Three birds

I sang

Thrice in unison
Some three songs
In three verses

I
Three truths about lies;

Men lie
Women lie more and better
We all lie sometimes

Three schools of thought I totally embrace;

Free will
Predestination
Superiority of now

The three men that are always in my mirror;

Me
The man I want to be
The man I think I am

II
Three things that never fail to inspire me;

Blue sky
Sea shells
Green leaves

The three sounds I crave;

The sound of my pen on paper
Of blasting reggae in the hot afternoons
Of children messing around

Three days I so love unconditionally;

Saturdays
Sundays
Holidays

III
Three simple ways to answer difficult questions;

Yes
No
I don’t know what you are talking about

The three ingredients you need to face life;

Patience
Awareness
Courage

The three cars I would rather not ride in today;

Ambulance
Black Maria
Hearse



Outro

The only three ways I get things done;

My way
My way
My way.

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