Sitting cosy with closed eyes
rhyming thoughts with alibis
mixing ambitions with free will
planning to journey up the hill
A desire that reeks desperation
a moment for meek admiration
outliving the fear and consternation
the overkill of constant aggravation
The feeling of sanity in true
the hope of starting all new
the joy of feeling no pain
and rising to stake the claim
A momentary lapse of reason
almost betraying the cusp of treason
philandering with weak incisions
made deep into the being of my soul
Not knowing when to say no
or saying anything at all
among blind scores I'm heralded
and in silence it takes toll
Deposit the sum you're here to pay
or inherit the agony and the merits of the sway
run as you may these roads are hollow
no reasons really, we're just born shallow
Fill the stem of logics, do repair
the constant bouts of conscience, too are getting there
and deep in thoughts I push to keep
every quiet moment that weeps
Is growing old the same as growing cold?
I don't think it'll chill the vineyard within
the fruits of my agony would best know
when equated with the years that show
In this part of the country it doesn't often snow
no deserted streets or places you wouldn't know
yet stranger tides rule this town
and cover you with shades black or brown
Changes are here and changes will flow
of the things I keep, I'll make sure I don't let go
and in vain, some with reasons will know
all that I keep is all that I know
When it comes to the core
we're all strangers, unaware, far away from pure
the sun perhaps runs too deep
and yet there ain't no sunshine you can keep
So think not, time will not pay
the heart is in its place and mind is in its race
and with no destination, we're destined to obey
ask no more just walk the day...