Sunday, 5 February 2017
Cold Water, a search for meaning Benedict Brooke
I still find traces of unknown places
And things that were lost by Time
I sometimes think that inside a drink
I’ll find old friends of mine
I’ve opened doors, got scars from wars
Yet nothing seems to change
Bet on dark horses and occult forces
But life just ain’t that strange
I've hung my head; I’ve begged to be dead
And I never meant a word
Thought I was strong and sang a song
Too nascent to be heard
I've played for time and spun a line
And never fooled a one
Imagined schemes and crack eyed dreams
Shot down before begun
I've seen the world gross and unfurled
Yet never stirred a hair
Both God and gold left me quite cold
And I’ve locked horns with unicorns
And many kinds of fabled beast
And danced with stars and haunted bars
That misled me not in the least
I’ve fooled with runes and picked up tunes
Embossed within my skull
And I looked askance at each last chance
My heart at least was full
Of platitudes and attitudes
I had more content than I was worth
Yet I wonder “what the bloody hell,
Am I doing on this earth?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment