I promise you, I wont leave a clue: no tell-tale remark, no print from my shoe. Still a steady trail to the waters edge - I will keep my pledge to the end; I intend to go free No more rushing around, no more travelling chess; I guess Id better sit down, you know I do need the rest... Yes, its time to resign with equanimity and placidity from the game. I cant explain; I cant relate... Have I done it all too late? Now is the time for the commission to report; till lately, I thought: Id been planted. Trying hard to make it all come real, permission to feel is ungranted. But, now its happening, Id like to keep it private if I can; last words, last look, make a final stand. Now my numbers come up on the Pools, guess Ill board Titanic for a cruise... Now is the time to make my status clear, too late, I fear, and lonely, as friends and enemies traverse the stage, all in a rage disown me. And all the pip-props shatter into dust about my ears; memory and conscience, hope and fear. As I crawl out further on the limb something tells me I am crawling in to unknown prophecies and lives - the rainbows end is hemmed around with knives... As I stand on the boards and the stage lights grow dim, shall I go out of doors, or shall I maybe go in? Have I reached the point when I should take my cue and follow you and your signs? I cant remember my line at the prompter cat calls and the cards all fall in the strike All the pages are thin, all the corners are curled. Does the starshine fall in through my window on the world? or am I living our (the seeds of doubt) a chronicle of revenge? The willow bends as do my hands - do your understand? And will you still be my friend in the end? ......... When my mouth falls slack and I cant summon up another tune, shall I then look back and say I did it all too soon
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 19:33:33 +0000
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