I Cried a Tear; What Else Could I Do
I CRIED A TEAR; WHAT ELSE COULD I DO
Somebody loves me; I should be so happy.
At night when others are sleeping;
I’m so alone.
Tears run down my face;
I cry for those who are unfortunate;
But no tears do I shed for me.
I don’t know who to ask anymore;
I’ve asked God to explain;
I’ve cried out to my ancestors by name;
I’m still here;
But no matter who is here with me;
I’m still alone.
I asked the gypsy to tell my fortune;
But I see her looking at my face;
She’s looking for clues.
Sitting before my Shakespearean mirror;
I make up my sad face
The star reader predicts that happiness is at hand.
Today I ran out of syrup for breakfast.
So I consumed smoked fish;
And swilled down Gallo wine.
Perhaps you dare to label me as Schizophrenic and a Sociopath;
It’s only reflections from my mirrors;
You’re only seeing what life tries so hard to hide.
Are you looking at what is real?
And who pray tell sets those limits;
And more importantly; to whose advantage?
But back to my emptiness;
Does anyone have an answer for me?
Can but one of you, give me a new angle to work with?
I keep on searching and I’m growing old
I’ve been up and down; and over and out;
But I’m still here not letting go; and alone.
Don’t trip it though;
It’s just another riff I came up with.
Like some of the notes I make up while playing guitar.
PEACE!
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2007
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