WORDS OF THE WISER
Time is a lake
And my memories are swimming just barely below
Memories
Now mysteries
From a long time ago
A century has hidden the things I could show
So who wants to hear the things I might know?
A story, a tale, drama or myth
Driveling noise, a scratching last wish
I whisper both wisdoms and words that fly free
Some sighs, some strains, some silk worthy keys
Some sounds that mean nothing, and sounds that shed tears
I wield the laurels and spoils
Of one hundred some years
Yet still I'm a boy, a child, hungry with fears
Hear out my voice, though dying and cold
Hear out my voice with love in your ears
It may change your life
As the end of mine nears
My dying white lies
My crying night skies
Through life and through death, I stand in between
I'm lost, alive, I'm more than I seem
Listen, go forth
Carry on my good dream