Could Have Been

Smoke pouring of my fountain pen Running along my cold fingers Thoughts just filling up my head Things I should just tell her Something’s in the sky for you A cloud more or less It seems I just can’t move Tangled up in Love’s nets The town is running like Laughter Just like it did in the past White Farmers totally tattered And dogs run totally free and fast Never again will we see a face Of a man totally run down By love , life and anger’s trace Like a Dog lost in a Pound Even the Blues man can Agree Life is really not over yet He is better than I can be The one thing I truly Regret