You've had so many chances
False dawn, no dawn, nothing, then everything...

we live in a simple world
deafened by leaders silence...

coming to terms with getting old
coming to terms with being told...

Perhaps by chance, an ode or utterance escapes
only to desecrate upon a good idea...

I ponder
wasted years...

Rainbow chasing dreams
Flying, falling, slow running...

This rose demands no favour from my heart
Toils daily, yet finds no fault in me...

There you stand, as you have for so long
an imposing structure, softened by song...

Your love for her began with a neighbourly glance
surely black magic at play...

And as I slip, sliding down this distant path
I still hear the voices, the tin pot radio...

Is this real life, as such I ponder
or am I part of a bigger daydream...

And so we gather
some tearful, strained convulsions, leaking sorrow...