I am falling into my old ways
Carrying a torch to a dug grave
Masterminding a premature death
Until a light strikes in my head
The pollution has subsided
And a spark of inspiration
Forces out the demons
They bare their grubby hearts
And shriek to the sound of robust mind.
I walk away from the grave
And I sort through the bundles of cassettes
That horde the music I love
I sit in this barely lit room
And I drink to the tune
Of a singing master
And guitars that stroke the heart
With verve.
Tonight I begin to feel alive
I was broken hearted
Now I see life through
Fixed glasses
I read a book on dreams
And hope
Now I can cope with pain
More so than ever.
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