That old laughing man
So convinced he is a mountain
And doesn't see how time erodes
How weathered roads are beaten
Under the calamitous hammer of tires
And fall into disrepair
Or how piece by piece
The sands on the beach
Melt into the sea
And islands sink
I've seen the lunatic
Wether on the hill
Or in my heart
Or as blurry words
Scribbled and read by drunken eyes
And he was always dancing in my mind
Dancing into the fire
And unaware
Of the way hell burns