We live in a world of wonder.
We look at stars and ponder
our fate.
Whom we love
and whom we hate.
What does it all matter
if all our lives we scatter
on dreams.
We never could
or never should.
Distant lovers we seek
to catch a glance, a peek,
an illusion.
Flying away
down the mountain to the bay.
Maybe it is time to save
my heart and wave
goodbye.
Before it’s too late.
Before faith
snarls its bait.
Before the Bees come looking
Before the Red calls me back
Before the Moon comes shining
Before the Lips wants a snack
Before the Flames consume me
Before the Queen wants her task.
Before the Nite begs to see
Before they all remove my mask.
Maybe it is time to step down.
To yield the crown
of shame.
Before I am scorched
or loved or torched
all the same.
I leave behind my work unfinished
My life diminished
Lyrics unsung
Books forgotten
Words unwritten
Will it all matter at the end?
Will anyone remember to send
a word?
Here goes a man
He came
He loved
He played
He’s missed.
Absurd.
Goodbye.
