Over-head the sun is slow-ly melting me away.
There is no place for me to hide.
There is no place to run away.
And on this fi-nite beach of sand,
Where deserts seem to have no end,
There is no wa-ter softly churning
There is no tide of rolling waves.

So now I wait for life to leave me.
So now I see what I have done.
My life was somewhat us-ual
But then I found the acid sun,
At eighteen saw the dragon’s breath
And found myself inside the gun.

But on those magic mush-roomed jour-neys
Found the peace that other’s shun
I listened to your si-lent faces,
Shown you life,
Where there was none.

And no-one forced me to this land
And no-one knows all I have done
I gave to you all that I can,
This gray-haired gentle mortal man
Soon dies beneath
A time-less sun.

08/26/2008

Author's Note: Just playing with meter...to the melody of "Echoes" by Pink Floyd.

Posted on 08/26/2008
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