I'm edging on insanity and no thats not flattery
Some times its just very hard for me
to distinguish imagination from reality.
Lately I've been thinking just a little bit to much
about the past and everything thing that doesn't last
and how my days are thinning out
and my hair is going brown.
I've got some looking glass clasp hanging from around my neck
and i find the feeling hard to fight when i lie in bed at night.
I have some sense of strangulation from the never ending tribulation.
Shallow breathing will be the death of me. My blood will clot from my irresponsibility.
And God will ask, why I've come so soon.
And my answer will be, i couldn't live away from the moon.
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Beware that no one lead you astray saying Lo here or lo there! For the Son of Man is within you.
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