PICTURE SHOW

PICTURE SHOW

This man has two faces
As he lies here dead
Life is hard to put back together
Once you have broken every thread

At the end of his journey
Of a life spent always lost
Only those can win at this game
That aren't afraid to pay the cost

Who he was, what he was
We will never know
We are just playing our part
And this life is but a picture show

Some may put down the anchor
He was just as happy adrift
Some are just part of the cast
He always wrote his own script

Fast cars, fast women
Fast realtions that don't last
In the fast lane sometimes
You try to get away from your past

M. N. R.
16 JUNE 2018