Oh the chill through chalky bones
Shaking, throwing powder below his skin
Rocks tumble, roll, rattle, gather, and jump
Right in front of him, front and center
On his stage, the audience is his world
He paid; He paved his way to be here
The sun brightens his skin and he’s just
Shining, A star; a burning star
Glistening glossy and radiant
The pines point and birds bellow
Down below, far below
This is his last show, a sold out blowout
He reads his letter aloud:
“I can only see how low I am
By lifting myself so high
I’ve lost everything I had
And here are some reasons why:
There was a time when I had the ability
And the means to provide for my family;
When my starry-eyed children had a dream
I believed I could make it reality;
A beautiful wife who deserved the world
That I promised that I would give,
Yet now I cannot afford
The life that I want to live.
From the paramount position I was in
I never once looked down,
But now I know exactly how it feels
To be one with the cold stone ground.
My love, my life has left me
With shards impossible to collect
Desperation has taken control of me
With too much problems to correct.
My emotional bags are packed
With no reason to not be through
This economic cyclone’s taught me
That it doesn’t matter what you do.
I’ll leave this world with just one thought
Although it might not mean a thing
But when you take the truth for what it is
Only Sirens begin to sing”
His story ends the way it began
With agonizing still
And while our trusted claw for money
We are the ones to foot the bill.

03/05/2009

Posted on 03/05/2009
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