truth

As months pass into years
I shed my strength
As days pass into nights
I think at length
Where did this pleasure so divine escape?
Where have these hearts wandered to levitate?
Time relapses like an evening wind
Or like a Carolina hurricane
If it is our answer-
Then where do I begin?
Not knowing whom else feels the same.
As strongholds fall
I feel that heads are getting colder
On and on like winter wind swept through;
The leaves of England fall
And through a window I stare at the night porter
Where will you go tonight my friend, with eyes so blue?
Never has my life had this much meaning
Understanding troubled times
Never has my blood needed so much cleaning
As with sores and burns into nights I delve
I stumble
Alley stricken for two years
Where hurricanes come in ticks not years
Rats run across the needled floors
And 90 pound fractures lean on doors
They will crumble, like the brick
That sits in mist so awful thick
You wonder why the minute hand has struck?
And angels fall
With white wings stuck.
My answer will come not again
It’s too cold, my lonesome friend
An avalanche of smiles half done
My classic past has come and gone
And my original old scheme
Left no one on the bridge un-seen.
However, still I wander lost
But haughty all the way to grave
I will lie down in this sharp frost
Not knowing what time can truly save.