That was yesterday
When I laid my head down the final time
Taken away, of what could have been
What I’ve lived for
As my corpse lay lifeless
I walk the narrow way
Truths that were harder to accept
Slap me on my back in mockery
Trod on, I thought I heard someone say
A voice through the radio from yesterday
Singing about a girl named Sally
Don’t mean anything to me
Except to walk on
Never to return
Despite the love who decided to stay.
Run away, shall we?
Just you and me.
Us against the world
As it has always been.
And when you’re old enough
Figure it all out
And maybe that will be
When you will run away from me.
The television
Conversations
Books
The news
Crying
Laughing
Jokes
Gossip
Sex
Love
Theories
Philosophies
Work
Home
And many more they are
Which we think are making us feel alive
While they quietly, oh so, subtly,
Make us forget
Our real self,
Place,
Time,
and space.
The time will come when the mighty who once were, fall like statues pulled down.
Once icons of power, crumbling in heaps, desecrated by the ones they once ruled.
Once where others cowered in their shadows, they become mere shadows of themselves, of what they once were.
Once were they legends, twice are they now shy.
You might think of them as tyrants, but even the meek fall in the ranks,
Because power doesn’t last forever,
Not in any mortal man.
mckinneycantwrite asked: Why hello, new follower. What brings you to my neck of the woods?
I got lost. The woods just seems a sensible place to wind up in.
Perfect
is
not
good
enough
The grateful dead knows what’s good
While the living knows no perfection
Title Origin: A song by Sarah McLachlin, 1993
I caught up with a friend
He was asleep
On his bed he laid
The familiar features
but a shade lighter than its usual lightness
The stillness of his slumber
which I never saw before on that old face
Almost as though it also read goodbye
Title Origin: A song by Keith Reid (Procol Harum), 1967
We argue about the night
Whether it’s black or a darker shade of velvet
Words, all that come from you
as you neglect the beauty of the darkened sky
Again you wouldn’t notice my clasped hands
Ignoring the floundering basis of your stand
There again you miss it all
And I make that new wish
of a new chapter
without the argument again
because there, you will no longer be
Title Origin: A song by Leigh Harline and Ted Washington,1940
That’s how it always begins.
And for me
That’s also how it shall end.
Title Origin: Programmers don’t need to ask…
