Sunday, November 27, 2016

The Sum

What's the sum
Of all the zeros and ones
Of all the bends and the beguns 
Don't you concede 
What you know makes you bleed

Where's the fun
When only heroes can become 
More than friends with loaded guns
Defined by deeds
And never by their seeds

Who's keeping score
Not the Christ and Jesus whores
Or some sacred prophet's poor
And twisted men
Only living for their end

I wanted more 
Each day's one less than before 
Forever passing never pause 
Without an end
Except the one that we're now in

The fear is real
The only real thing that I feel
Still I push it ever under heel
And on I run
Another staring at the sun

One last appeal
If I was ever meant to deal
If I was meant to climb this hill
Don't hold a gun
To my head so I'll succumb

Don't want to die
With all my hopes expired
With all my dreams retired
Or lost at sea
Along with who I'll never be

No longer lies
That I've learned to keep inside
Painted so vividly they've flied
Out around of me 
So that even I believe 
What a tale I've learned to weave
I've learned to hide
Instead of learning how to fly
And now there's only time left for goodbye