Heavy heart, take heart
Mad heart, be brave
The crash of the cymbals call
but it is a call of destruction
the path to eternal solitude
No, alone-ness haunts a busy mind for connection, they break
tear open the curtains
shrouding your world with reality.
Drink in the illusion, take cover in it for that is all
you were born to do
I treat you with contempt, you low life!
A sad figment of once sought-after magic
now relegated to the deep dark dusty cupboards of the past.
And yet you resonate with me.
We are one, you and I.
The me of myself and the me of the rest of the world
must learn to keep tempo with the guitar that doesn't know what he is doing.
Sometimes not having an opportunity can be the best opportunity of all.