I Sit and Think

What is lost and what is known seam to change in the alley of my mind
I know that I am good and I know that I am broken, but nothing will matter with time.


The clock ticks and the fat dog snores, this helps to calm my weary heart.
I sit and think, what am I mad? Crazy, perhaps, Angry for sure, they both do play their parts.


I do not see myself in clear, the mirror is wrong, I am losing patience with my life.
Smash the glass, beat down the walls, still the traitor in a vice.


The heartbreak of this world around us, a hidden note, A broken soul, the notion of the truth
A world of gents, and men, and thieves, and the stillness of this room.


Was I ever young and golden? First to love and sing and dance?
I do know this, the war goes on, the dog still snores, perhaps I’ll get my chance.


What is lost and what is know, mean sprites, are young and bold and fast.
They run from me, oh when I’m just so close, I lose them in the grass.


The pain of growing older, mixed with the carts of dreams undone,
Make a fine and awful cocktail, for every thousand, save but one.


GK, San Antonio 12/21/2017