He arises in the morning
with nothing to say
He arises in the evening
after being quiet all day
His thoughts they are a dancing -
The future is dark
The past is bleak
with nothing to dream
The dawn it arises,
At night, the sun
it heads down
Time it stands still
when you have nothing to say -
You've tried your best in
your own way
Nothing seems to come
but
despair and dismay.
A lover she comes
A lover she goes
Your creations,
they all grow trite
and old
Playing cat's cradle
with a line of string
at the tear line
not knowing
whether to cry
or go numb
Like our lives,
a spider web
on a tree
blowing and shimmering
in the sun light winds.
He arises and dresses
Heads out for his day
With nothing to say.