Michael McGuire The Fare
THE FARE
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
A lonely saxophone moans off in the distant night, it’s desperate
musical mating call goes lost, I read in my room under this circle of
light, i know exactly what this price cost.
Love caresses me from a long distance lover, as i slip form my
hypothesis into practice, but I escaped that desire and went
undercover, and shook direct hit for a near miss.
Oh this empty room has bled it’s loneliness into me, but I feel like I
don’t need a thing, it’s just this idea of freedom that wont set me free,
like in the cold winter how we long for spring.
In this religion I have found I have lost myself, I’ve lost every potential
to first glance worth, I wish I’d never seen that book upon the shelf, I
wish I’d never called this planet Earth.
My body just cant seem to make up my mind, it’s not what we miss but
the things we see that lead us astray, it’s not the chain link it’s the
substance that does bind, but the world is in your head and you cannot
get away.
Glory be to the fire on high, words just mean the things we say they
mean, I believe the fairy tales but I don’t believe my eyes, because I
have heard about things I’ve never seen.
Was I alive yesterday I’m not really sure, will I be alive tomorrow in any
kind of relative sense, because tomorrow is like a disease for which
there is no cure, and when it gets here it’s already past tense.
Who was it that let this ancient aggravation loose, I need not know in
the name of god, you know a rope can be a lifeline or a noose, and
east of Eden lies the land of Nod.
I bowed just now to the break of day, the early morning light broke
thru so clean, I can talk about it but I really cannot say, what it may or
may not mean.
The thoughts like a ghost cannot touch the flesh, words are only
breath pushing air, we are organized microscopic mesh. hoping in the
end there’s enough left to pay the fare.
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