Cloudy days, Misty nights, and Foggy mornings
everyday feels like a fresh new mourning of sorrow and pain.
It's been 26 years surviving the acid rain;
but now thangs have begun to change, no longer a player in the game
benched for life, engaged by a future wife,
but it's cool, even though everyone plays the fool sometimes;
visions of the birds and the bees
but blocked by vows to proceed
retired
smoked out my fire, choked out all hidden secret desires;
gave away the only key to the safe that protects the bodies strongest muscle.
Now these letters form phrases that leave tatted tears on dry faces,
because of stories and myths of discrete romances, solo dances, and priceless lessons,
survived without a single burnt session, but all of that is almost just a lost memory of the past
as trees turn to ash, the pictures in the mind no longer last.
They've drifted into an endless pitch black abyss with speechless clips of a brother's first kiss,
now all is left is space for my Queen's dreams, visions, and goals added to my plans
for richer or poorer!
