The Show

The quiet space no longer full Does its job as blood flows through When will it stop and take a break Wasted time on this broken fool Nothing calling for me to do Reaching hand no grasp returned Thirty five years our clock did tick Why now this cruel and senseless trick Oh I know I must let go Let her smile light up the endless show However knowing doesn’t ease my pain The songs to short, one more refrain? The fickle finger we call fate Why not two through the golden gate The message screaming between my ears The mystic meaning missed by me Pondering, pondering what it can mean Gone all that was and I thought to be One imprisoned and one set free. Time will tell I endless pray Goodbye is all that’s left for me to say