The Beginning

A final song to sing Life is getting hard Not a thing you can do Day dreaming Thinking of what tomorrow may bring you One more song to sing Voice of an asylum forager Choice to become a cultural voyager Pictures are taken But perfection is split and edited I move mountains if I could But that state of mind is not understood The price you pay For having a small paradise in hell Like loving a widower An Achilles with a sense of compassion Minus the expense and lashings Was going to sell my bed to pay rent Some of us appreciate the absence of zero But no one truly admires a fictional hero If all A is B and all B is C but doesn’t equal something Then C is the unsound value of nothing An outcast because I have a sense of morals A list of things to do, plural Only in triumph Will you find a cure for your fall Hitting walls in my mind Did you forget you were human Brush your hair away from your eyes For god doesn’t cry Poets getting scarce I’m starting to paint Portraits of where you are I’m beginning to faint Repent Ask your lord for help No Mercy He’s not listening to you Enjoy your final breath Are you worthy The worlds a fast place But you’re in no hurry I’m alone No tomorrow To reach for And I miss you