Come talk with me
for death is the companion to all
Soliciting each house
like a salesman going door to door
Seeking not satisfaction
but the consumption of the whole
Escape is something none achieve
for like sales death is inevitable
So talk awhile
for time is at hand
Tell lies or truth
to one or all of Man
For lies are our dreams
which we would like to do
Truth the boring aftermath
what life deals to me and you
Come spread a few lies
what harm could it be
Tell tales of giants
or a few walking trees
Sing a song of Irish myth
where heroes dwell and roam
Or play the hero yourself
to drive the boring home
Just think of times where hindsight reigns
an a place where the facts could be
Win the game that once was lost
then date the beautiful queen
Settle not for table scraps
where steak is within your sight
Never be lonely again
where a future friend walks by
All people need acceptance
or praise of some untold deed
Craving recognition and reward
is acknowledgement of that need
Because; Man is an insecure creature
that searches until they find
The person of the place that needs
their presence or their mind.