Just a Man

Just a man

Just a song

Just a verse

Listen well, cause you won't hear it again

Decay surrounding the dreams of the future

Then fulfilled

Presently unwrapped

Unraveled like a hand knit sweater, so warm

Perceived

Performed

Paraded

Haughty eyes grasping for more than a lion could devour

A string of lies which boil over cauldron cold

Worn out

Despised

Forgotten

Now in a darkened corner of an unknown basement

No light of life or warmth of words

Just frayed fibers of longing

To love

To leave

To lose

Without a vision...

     People are dying!

Go ahead and wear your life on your sleeve

Already those knitting hands are crippled by arthritic holes which show forth the gauntness beneath

Can a hole in a soul be patched by mere man?

And if so, how long to last the redemption of self glory?

You dream

You fly

You die