Gypsy Rose Poem by Jak Black

Where do you go to Gypsy Rose,
When you retire to your bed?
Where do you go to Gypsy Rose,
What dreams play inside your head?

Are you wandering across the desert plain?
Are you walking the woodland glade?
Are you sailing the oceans, deep and wide,
In search of a love that strayed?

Do the tears roll down from your almond eyes?
Do your lips still quiver in sorrow?
Or are you deciding which disguise
You'll hide behind tomorrow?

Dwell not in regret, sweet Gypsy Rose.
Time will heal your aching heart.
Open your arms to the future, Rose.
Welcome in a brand new start.

Tomorrow's a new day, arise and sing.
Dance to your heart's delight.
Sever the chains that bind you,
To your errant plastic knight.

Don't run to your future, Gypsy Rose.
Tread cautiously, be aware.
Perceived perfumery, Gypsy Rose,
Might merely be hot air.