Maybe Judas was the one who saw
Christ slip something into the wine.

Some people wonder how I'm still around.
The roads are dangerous here.
Tried to cross the street, bus coming my way.
Tried to cross the street, car trying to turn.
Tried to cross the street, car ran a red light.

Life is teasing me with accidents that almost happen.
Tried to cross the street...
Tried to cross the street...
Tried to cross the street...

Lack of awareness puts me in danger.
I'm aware of what's in front of me.
I'm aware of what's in front of me.
I'm aware of what's in front of me.

Do I have a death wish?
No, I mustn't.
No, I can't.
No.

.
Speak to me, your acolyte,
from high upon your chair.
Gaze down at my simplicity,
catch me with your stare.
Reach out with your fingers,
touch me with your smile.
Embrace me with your heart,
and lay with me a while...

...The gentle waves of lovers grace
fall soft across your perfect face...

...Whisper to me, your apprentice,
from the pillow next to me.
Gaze across at my paradise,
catch me with your need.
Together we painted the dawn,
but at the ending of the day
its time the curtain descended
and closed our passion play.



© Pagan Paul (2017/18)

Who discovered
America? Immigrants