Thank Yous

[Lykren]

Enough of thank you’s.
Night after night you conspire
to give me my dues,
hope, wine and solitude

Every day the sun in its cradle of fog
calls me up from my dreams
to a dream less mine and less alive.
A radiating noise fills
the empty house,
I walk into the world
silently and clumsily,
moving through a line of sound
eclipsing some despair

Sometimes lucky enough
to decide on it all
other times wanting to win
what isn’t mine
from those who look away
and off into space returning
to life