Well I'm all alone once again My lady rests as my mind tests The sweet taste of these keys caress
I'm trying to make sense of this place But the focus just ain't right I don't know enough about that And this hat, well, it just don't fit
But don't think that I'm aiming to quit For the pick of the pine is sharp
I hear those drinking downstairs toss Their darts as the dark engulfs Every single last one of them Praying for the lost line of their kin
No war on tonight Only what they'll show us Were too lazy to drive, you hear? Someone else Is going to go and do it for us Perhaps even Force it
Now If I knew how to write about love I would do it But every time I do The words just come out all wrong
I know not where the Heart or the soul rests For when I try I foresee an image that Has nothing to do With any kind of truthful feeling For truth has nothing to do with it Every feeling is true Even if it is Faked By the seer or the feeler
Glasses of grey turns Her head away from the storm Shuffling bed spread, I hear The wind of forgotten love affairs Mixed now with tears of Love that has come around finally And again
Form takes my hand I pull it away
Regrets ocean washes Over my bare naked white feet
I attempt to regain My hand in shaking pain
But her lifeline has slacked Her eyes glazed as the sun's Haze quotes itself again n' again
Day in, day out The farmer's on crippled Horizons, their backs bending as They stack pile after pile Of golden heated hay
Where here I ponder my own Fortune Future Fortitude Likeliness to Survive the storm
And though I show Not alone
There is the bite of the solitude winter That brings each body to a state of a beginner Chained to this we are slaves to that
I nod my head as the birds above me swirl Hearing the tranquil quill stab its blackness Into parchment that whimpers back unforgiving Yet in my chest the heart continues to go on beating No matter how much I thrash this body with each beating The rock never wavers, the stone inside never retreating Only below is where we see the dead defeating
But when I leave With my chests final seethes
Touch not my soul nor Chase to where it goes For the morning for all Is bright and should not be taken With ill imagined fright