Is it punishment?
Self-inflicted or divine,
Final days will come.
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Is it punishment?
Self-inflicted or divine,
Final days will come.
Final days will come
THe return of king Arthur
The wheel turns
The frenzied wheel turns,
Perversely grinding up life;
No backward glances.
No backward glances.
For the wheel turns, that is all.
Track forgotten past.
Track forgotten past-
Times in your senility;
Chat with the long-dead.
chat with the long-dead
whispers in your memory
echo what they'd say
Echo what they'd say;
Whispers from wave beaten rocks,
Spring's unearthly song.
Spring's unearthly song
Gone for far too long, and hushed
Beneath frozen white.
Beneath frozen white,
New green, fresh and eager, waits;
It's time will soon come.
Its time will soon come
For now enjoy the white flakes
Swirling 'round the world.
Swirling 'round the world.
Or is the world swirling me?
Quite the conundrum.
Quite the conundrum;
This tantalizing question
Of what's for dinner.
Of what's for dinner,
I have often mused; but then,
I ring for pizza.
I ring for pizza.
But all I get is dog food.
It is a sad world.
It is a sad world
For those who are unnable
To read and to write.