Wastin’ time

wastin’ time

Have they sweetened your nights too?

Distant, though lingering so close:

present, silver-lining, given to you

Echoes, with the allure of a rose

If you’re kind of a hummer,

the world of words stretches its ties

so near, when you’re blue

They are the summer

with a thousand Julys

To greyish reality a fair addition,

intoxication, even addiction

If I dare to use an elizabethan word

by a bard, not too seldom heard:

“That music ‘hath’

a far more pleasing sound”

Is it the path

to which you’re bound?

Leave behind the gloomy faces

of the past. There is no return

I recollect Mrs. Ale Lady,

A few select. And Mr. Pale Maybe

Such a dirty old man

Always shouts out something obscene

Oh so mean, oh so mean

left to learn

Was there a king? Or a queen?

She said so, she said so

Where they living or dead?

I guess, something in between

Looks like freedom

but it feels like death

Closing time

As if you were due

to the river of Lethe,

Its water awaits you

along with its depth

It is said to offer relief

for those tormented by sins

Maybe it’s just an old belief

It seems those sharp pins

Will make pain persist

On and on repeat the list

Did you think a bridge

was awaiting someone like you

over troubled waters?

As if bridges were heaven sent

to beings so badly bent,

demons, devil’s daughters

She took you down

to her place near the river

And you sit before her, kneeled,

danger well concealed,

And you know that she’s half-crazy

But that’s why you want to be there

Bleeding wounds, that never healed,

soaring secrets, securely sealed

And you hum, always hum

Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun

Will be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes

Watching the ships roll in

Isn’t that fun?

They come all the way from China

Wastin’ time

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