LEST I FORGET.

Here I sit like father a son
Bent on one desire
Eyes cast down there is only one delight
To make the grade succeed, be there.

Time is just a thief set to steal your life
I am just a rag and bone man
Collecting all the dreams of those around
Praying their disease I might catch.

Learning my lines, no glossy magazines
Reading and remembering, oh my head aches
But a shadow grabs my stomach
And takes away its self-respect.

There are dusty strings upon the wall
I want to touch but ages cast
Disconcerting eyes to chagrin me
Cannot I have my chance yet – I want it.

Change is just a metaphor
For life that never moves.

Too late the die is cast my way
I smile and sup my beer
The warm liver nectar
To chide my dreams no more.

When placing ink on hallowed parchment
I place myself before the questioning eyes
To stand the test of challenge, I seek to
Brush aside the dust that hides my heart.

Torch the deceiver, I thought I could see
Reflection by the pillar, was salt sent for me
Teacher, teacher, teach what I know
Mould my mind so heart to follow
Make me what I am, I am, am you!

Liven like the halbern heretic
That I know never will arrive for me
Feeling like the death I warmed to eat
Sad like the object I wanted to lust
Seeing no exit, except where I came in
Heading for that warmth lest I forget – I forget.

GRUM