where are all the real people when you need them. no hidden agenda. just people. they used to come in all guises. family, neighbour, friend, drunk, ****** they new who they were and didn't try to hide, disguise or deny
The streets are uneasy at this time When the twilight separates the day Party goers , lonely wanderers, the disturbed And yet As the darkness fades All takes on a new perspective
The real disappears and the routine begins once more Uniformed of mind take their places in the daily experience Isolated beings for the sake of repetition and familiarity Weak every day through the months and years Until All stops
Those in the shadows prefer the unknown and unexpected The challenge of survival without a fragile safety net For it all ends for all How we reach that point depends on our perception of a life lived
Begone all the nay sayers I have risen to be me No more will I be passed over No truth I will not see For life is mine And I must live As this is the only time I can give To those who are sighing What about tomorrow Live like you're dying Self pity Is Sorrow
it's evening close the day behind me my eyes are tired nothing to do but relax into my pre final daily ritual the glass is primed the moon flowers once more this is hope
there is a certain liberation to be enjoyed no rule following going through a point that impresses the senses freedom of speed reaching the horizon before dawn no longer per hour measuring in the second ecstasy of movement with no destination ending too soon but living in the moment
I fly on thoughts to the distant horizon All before is gone History Not mine I am leaving too late to enjoy what is left Awake in a reality not of my choosing But is it a dream Is it real life Is it me
Let us begin Once upon a time on the third rock from the sun Confusion was afoot Identity unsure Purpose unclear All in all quite mixed up As an outsider I observed with sympathetic curiosity Conclusion Perhaps better left alone until they manage to understand themselves No rush Maybe another thousand years
The streets are uneasy at this time When the twilight separates the day Party goers , lonely wanderers, the disturbed And yet As the darkness fades All takes on a new perspective
The real disappears and the routine begins once more Uniformed of mind take their places in the daily experience Isolated beings for the sake of repetition and familiarity Weak every day through the months and years Until All stops
Those in the shadows prefer the unknown and unexpected The challenge of survival without a fragile safety net For it all ends for all How we reach that point depends on our perception of a life lived