Without the flesh
the spirit is all that I have left
I’m not a saint,
and nor do I want to be
I only want to be
what I was meant to be
and if there are rules
so be it.
We can’t escape the rules
it’s a laughing room, with no time left
it’s a dream, that will never come true
it’s a climax, without any pleasure
it’s knowing, the better part of your life is over
and you took yourself seriously, but nobody else did.
You watched in agony
as they smiled at you
the seconds ticking by, while they said, “You’re not special. Did you think you were? You really are a bore.”
It’s enough to hide from the human race, forevermore
Not because you’re frightened of it
it feels better
not to be around it.
I don’t need to be worshiped. I need to know
there is something beyond it
and the only way to know that
is to go out on your own
and do it
before it’s too late.
Standing on the outside, in the rain
when it’s warm inside
doesn’t make much sense,
and they won’t forgive you, for choosing the cold.
If you come knocking, they will say,
“Did you think you were better than us?”
“No. I only hoped so.”
There has to be music,
I wonder at the women who didn’t wonder at me
They wonder why I didn’t wonder about them
It’s a wonderful world.