Kharma By Colleen King The stage is set The crowd replies The spark is gone Smothered by lies Never enough Never the same Much too blatent This endless game We've danced together Forever in time Immersed in music Our spirit's sublime The stage is set So poorly rehearsed There's no doubt The kharma's cursed All wound up Like a little toy Shoot up some more Boys will be boys. © 1998, Colleen King Eugene