Chanticleer

I am so very tired
I think you'll never know
How much of me I spend following
Chasing where you go

My thoughts wander to you
I construct a world of rights
I try to make myself someone
That maybe you could like

My old self dies a little more
With every breath I breathe
And with every step I take
My heart is wounded, bleeds

Every stroke I make in wroth
A rage I direct for you
Might be wasted each one
A years-long folie-a-deux*

Sometimes I look into the future
And there I see a light
But mostly I feel numb inside
I feel there's only night

So very tired of faking cheer
As I glide through this life here
I reminisce  on when dreams were mere
The sunrise of Chanticleer*







*Folie-a-deux - Pronounced "folly-ah-do" - French, "a 

madness shared by two"

Chanticleer - Pronounced "Shawn-tih-clear" - Rooster in 

old French fables, literal translation "Clear song"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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