WHATEVER …

I am lying on my couch
starring at the ceiling above,
getting to know the shadows on my wall …

Thoughts run through my head
- like ‘where do we go
when we are old and grey?’

I sense a weakness in my soul;
my brain is walking down a one-way street
- don’t know where it’ll lead me …

I perceive myself falling down the waterfall
and I hear the tune born of melody
- I think it melts the expanse into a sea …

I see the crooked smile
of people who wish to exploit me
- funny, it doesn’t upset me …

The hours of darkness have fallen;
guess I should catch my forty winks …

THE CURSE

Whispers …

I ain’t crazy,
just a fragile being,
a lonely star called an outcast
- I pray for the strength to keep going on …

Only lies could make this all go away
- the voices in my head,
the faces before me;
the thought of you gives vigor to my bones …

Too late I’ve come to appreciate that there comes a curse,
I’ve got no place left to stray
- pity; won’t see the light of your devotion any longer,
it’s time to pay …