A Place To Rest The Mind
The darkness in
The tunnel is deep
Train passes by
Nobody will see me cry
I am the old man with
A wretched look and dirty hair
Talking with
That awful racist slur
Wearing an unwashed fur
Having a heart of gold
When the stomach of beer is full
Stinking like a dirty dog
Since I lost my sense and frock
Hardly standing
Watching life passes by
But his time has stopped
Just like his watch
Time will not do me well
Not even right the wrongs
watch
It is meeting land here
And now I am just very tired
All that effort
All that trying
It feels so wasted
I don’t want to be here
Still this is just the right place
To be in
Lost time
Lost summers
Forgotten meadows
Forgotten meaning
An empty place
A lonely void
Outside summer
Inside winter
I was never meant to flower
Just being here
Letting life pass me by
While the lilacs blossoms
So another sleepless night
The monsters are gone
Only the lonely man
Remains
Abandoned even by
His tormentors
That got bored
Silence always
Finds its way
Through the
Door
Freezing in the cold night
Knowing what will follow
Still enjoying the star
Far away untouched by emotions
Feeling strong and empty
At the very same time
Lonely and hopeful
Happy and sad
Contradicting
Everything
Always
Now rather then later
sooner we are closing
And you are out on the
Street again
Somewhere in a dark and damp
City, only the birds
Listens to your laments
At night
Living in the grey zone
Alone with people around me
Why are there no one
Like me
Why am I so alone
No one or someone
Just the empty silent eco
Fighting the demons
Of my own memories
The cold loneliness
Of the north
Is my only companion
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