Karma

Gently, gentle humming sounds

The old feeling is faintly coming ’round

Waves of karma hit me on the face,

It had promised it would come for me.

I heard it creeping in my sleep,

Though, it’s blinding blow started with a race.

She didn’t come in a circle

No, she was more like a boomerang

She approached with an angle

She hit me square in the face

Bought all my guilt and paid with pain

And took off creeping again,

And went and resold for a pound.

It’s all silent now;

Gently, gentle humming sounds;

The old feeling is faintly coming ’round.

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