You tell me I am
One hell of a guy
Yet the shadow in your eye
Tells it never was real
The hand in pocket you took from me
The light in destiny for me
Tailor the taker, butcher the maker
What is the answer to 3 + 4
High is the habit, the lock on the door
And closed is the salvette
Laughing at me.

Ha! See the sneer behind a back
Crush goes the sought after scene
Tired and weary what’s in between
Feet on the table hands in the air
Knowledge the natural enemy
Withered by mind not my own
Fighting the settle that holds me down
Seeing the believing, believing its real
What was the question?
Oh yes am I here at all.

Listening to gradations of tears
Experiencing wonder I already knew
This circle of destiny wearing me down
Into the indecisive line
Cashing the chips someone else won
Why is the hatred beckoning me
How can the anger fulfil me
What was the question
I cannot quite recall
Sealed by the kiss, the kiss of death
Open in peril, taste the fantasy
Lost in a mind shattered through.

Wisdom they told me, will win
Violence I knew was the key
But cannot I retreat from the lip
Precipice of treatise I am he
Walking the tightrope from the inside.

Now is the daybreak we waited for
This is the moment to live the life
What was the question??
I do not know.