Tuesday, April 21, 2015

3. Nowhere Man - Going No Where






So am I lost?

only in the strictest of sense

if one lives in the past or future tense

 

when a little boy became lost from sight,

a scared man would hide from the darkness

 

waiting for the dawn to bring back the light

so that he could run and run and run -

across the desert of the stillness

 

chasing after all the ghosts and the voices

that now bring us together here

where I see the same fear


sitting alone in harrow - upon the barstool chairs

turning over the empty shot glasses   don’t get near!

Oh my, how the night freaks love to compare!





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