I've done it all,been through the rigmarole,seen the chariots racing and now I am facing the finishing line.
There was a time when I didn't care,another over the rainbow when I wasn't there but was out on one of my trips,
and another, when the wheels spun so fast that I couldn't keep still and I wouldn't until I'd found that I'd lost my own will.
On my own it's a breeze,memories like these come and go and like the soft winds they blow through my mind.
I have found kindness in others,some of which smothers me,some of it mothered me and lovers,though few that I knew,I have known them all well.
The bell tolls now but anyhow it's been fun,so I'll sit in my armchair and watch the dying of my sun,
It will come as was told by the dealer who sold me this life and as sure as the sharp knife would cut me,
I could not be sad.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 5:36 AM UTC
I've done it all,been through the rigmarole,seen the chariots racing and now I am facing the finishing line.
There was a time when I didn't care,another over the rainbow when I wasn't there but was out on one of my trips,
and another, when the wheels spun so fast that I couldn't keep still and I wouldn't until I'd found that I'd lost my own will.
On my own it's a breeze,memories like these come and go and like the soft winds they blow through my mind.
I have found kindness in others,some of which smothers me,some of it mothered me and lovers,though few that I knew,I have known them all well.
The bell tolls now but anyhow it's been fun,so I'll sit in my armchair and watch the dying of my sun,
It will come as was told by the dealer who sold me this life and as sure as the sharp knife would cut me,
I could not be sad.
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