Why worry?
Its such a drag
with a smile, it aint so bad.
But amongst grey stone walls and
whisper-shaped bullets
I feel sometimes like I ought to cock and pull it,
let this day be my last.
Days fade in their own time though,
And Destruction works for no man.
He is a force tidal like,
An all-consuming Might.
Thus I keep on living
Let each night take me higher
Drift listless in the sun
I am not finished
No not half done,
I will rise I will shine I will dazzle them with my light
(copyright of the Author has been affirmed)
