Shark! By Steve Rudd

There's water on the road And even more under the bridge; So much so we cannot go Exactly where we wanted, As the sharks, they come full circle Their fattened fins full tilt Living lives in motion Dying for the kill. We look upon their nature And wonder why blood runs... Away from the heart, in fits And starts, resulting in a failure. Where's the water in the river? The music's getting nearer Spielberg's smashed his camera And the action can't be cut! So, we run and run and run But can't see the sea for sun; If only we invade their safety zone - If only we strike each one. Because there's water on the road The scenic route is closed... To deny the bigger picture (In the confines of the cinema).

Copyright © Steve Rudd 2005

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