Where it is safe from the wheel of life
Where it can maybe slow its heart beat
And all I do is wring my hands,
Lift up my arms, cast spells
Eyes brimming with tears
"You'll be OK, You'll be OK
Your heart will stop and you'll fly away
Into the white clouds where the winds carry the voices that pray
For some relief to come as fast as God's Earth winds can take those
Gone today into God's destiny, his Fate, his opportune moments
Without doubt blown, or just an off-switch turned like a tired trucker changes
The remote control
Pain comes and goes
Pleasure is fleeting - in vain or with luck to catch
On a holy mountain peak where exits a sinners pub
Cynically not caring
So weary gone is daring
Except the odd temper flaring
Even the undertaker does not dress for "the occasion" here -
He sits in the lonesome corner playing patience and
Nobody there cares whether he looks up with penny filled eyes -
There's no surprise
For some a Fuck the World and All It Meant
The rest found with ecstasy its meaning and went the wrong road (UNFINISHED)
AJ Buttle 2010
No comments:
Post a Comment