Infused By Figment Fire - Finish
my body's broke and beaten now for certain;
too many years of junk have dried my bones.
I think I see the final call and curtain -
the God who owns is callin' in His loans.
it was my hope someday I would connect
and mesh my flesh with angels of desire
but I deny their lie so they reject
those touched too much by flames of madness fire.
the story of God's glory gone insane;
a genius so sublime in youthful prime
before devoted days with rock cocaine
did steal away the tick and tock of time.
certified a crazy kind of critter
by tested mess I do believe correct
but bitter is the life filled full with litter
where choice is purged by choices I neglect.
but now I'm runnin' full capacity
while hopin' I'm not headin' for a fall
while showin' off my great alacrity
before the reaper makes her final call.
I hope to find a cheap discreet hotel
where I will kick addictions very quick
while risin' up and out of my own hell
affixed to my afflictions like a tick.
I think I'll join a mighty minstrel show
while stretching high to greet the nearest star;
I'll find some truth I don't already know
and see if I have time to raise the bar.
my future vision of reality,
infused with figment fire but never there -
a future framed without validity
as if no soul has ever been aware.
I slip and slide while runnin' in a rut
still hopin' I won't land upon my back.
I'm just a jester with a stuttered strut
who lives to fill his life with what it lacks.
I guess it's time to slip away and leave -
been here and there so now I guess I'll go
and find some new creative ways to weave
some changes to my brain's eternal flow.
one way I know to beat the blues today
is groovin' down to my old boogie beat
but I'm not breakin' any news your way
'cause we know why and where like minded meet.
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2011
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