This summerThis summer I realisedWhy the garden wall fellAnd why those wrinkled time travelerscramming into bingo hallsare not at alldissimilar to ourselvesNo longer concernedWith each grey hair on their headWhen each line on their faceCan tell of its own eternityOf us also moving into autumnAnd the branches we broke in springno longer matteringLeaving the summer of our youthThe trees will sing a different songI hope it will not be long.
I know a man who wants to liveI know a man who wants to liveThe watchmaker shakes his head at thisHis days are numbered, penciled ina living species of the deadBurns the candle every night,Reading words and making planshe must have read that book a thousand timesbut he still cannot understandFor all his battles daily rageThe wounds fester on at close of dayand in deepest sorrow he is swathedWhere words can never penetrateAll his troubles permeateInvisible is the toll they takeThe heaving mess, the hopeless manis all your thoughts can make.I know a man who wants to liveand the watchmaker shakes his head.
Love, trust, respectRespect can die in secondsOr from a moments revelationAnd trust can flounder uponeven the whitest of liesand then the love intactfrom which this world is hiddenwill seep into your corea burning tide.
SpreadThe night is black, and the streets tooThe houses and bedroomsThe hotels and cinema isles all blackThe blackness we try to hide,The numbness we fight againstThe lies we inherit withinWith the darkness we raceIn the rush for immortalityWe spread wide the insecurityAnd the blackness that we fight againstThe unknown we pit our lives againstBreeds the causalityThe greed, the gluttonyThe lust. All just holes to fillTill we forget what we touch.All just darkness in which we are now lost'I don't care what anyone thinks.''I'm just living my life.''What I do is my own business.'All the lies we tell with ambivalence.