The Patient Pantaloon

The Patient Pantaloon Nick Rush With your dangling bells, and your trepid smile, your harlequin eyes, burn like coal With your windy heart, and your unguided fate, beyond sheer truth, lies a lost riddle With your sunshine oozing through your tempest mask, boulders on both shoulders WIth your silhouette pressing from your feet to the floor, much colder each day older With your enchanted soul, and your abstract sight, blocked by shadows, due to rue With your tangled thoughts, and your addled love, dolefulness heavy, que the blues With that said you live to fight another day, or fight to live, which way will you sway? With the glass half empty, still you can sip, imagine there is nothing, not even a drip.