Mirror, mirror, face anew
Upon blue skies an eye of
gold,
Mirror, mirror, face awash
Renew this day my lust for
life,
Mirror, mirror, face of old
Those fading eyes seen much
and more,
Mirror, mirror, faceless fool
Prepare thyself for your darkest
thoughts
The little boy in a candy store
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving more
The young man in a public house
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving more
The old man in a bottle shop
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving more
The ghost of a man at heavenly gate
a faded sign saying closed,
after hours; after dark
his mind craving no more
…
silence. stirring. silence … silence.
…
“ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE…”
…
and it never became more than a monologue, even if the stage at times were filled with ghosts of those that I abhored …
…
…
To count the ages, a single hand did not suffice, I used my two and then broke off; two thumbs and a bird in flight.
…
…
It became apparent; to those that cared to read; I had come the full circle; I had sailed the seven seas.
I am becoming more worried
about not being at all worried
about giving up a lifetime of working
about money coffers eventually dry out
about mortgage payments needed
about the inevitably of rough sleeping
I am becoming more worried
but not a lot else
I’ve given up the fight
I’ve given up on dreams
I am becoming more worried
but not a lot else
I installed SoundCloud today so now I can finally listen to @silence-manhorse 🙂
I even got the old guitar out and recorded some random noise but the flipping SoundCloud app doesn’t allow me to upload it 🙁 (Which is probably for the best, no-one should ever hear that piece of crap!)
