|
Escape: A Ballad
Escape
.
Like wind in trees, old memories
are blowin’ through my mind
as swirling leaves about the eaves,
old thoughts are intertwined.
.
Reminders of another love,
another used-to-be
or an old friend before the end
of what he meant to me.
.
All for naught fragments of thought
like cobwebs in my brain,
that whip and weave in make believe,
rethinking them again.
.
I toss, I turn, oh how I yearn,
the drug to take its toll,
that sleeping pill my thoughts to kill,
letting peace have control.
.
Then I can drift into the rift
of calm serenity,
escape once more and shut the door,
upon my memory.
.
Sartor
|
|
