2004-12-13 - streets of self
the wind sighs once and then subsides
upon this breath embers collide
igniting fires which fuel the ride
toward distant eerie lights
the natives weave their fireside myths
of magic ruins and monoliths,
and tales best told with hieroglyphs
we're bored of symbol rites
we're weary, tired and so forlorn
the rat-race left us old and worn
so out-of-shape with muscles torn
from far and wide we came
we'll give it three days, maybe more,
until we even up the score
this lust that brought us to the door
this city with no name
till then the desert fires delight
as we survey in darkest night
what treasure lies within our plight
the end of all our goals
but days turn weeks and weeks to years
awakening our deepest fears
this crackling sound within our ears
is madness to our souls
the burning wood and fiery heat
which brought us warmth and cooked our meat
and promised dreams laid at our feet
now mocks our vain deceit
like miscreants replete
we sought to be complete
on this self-serving street
by outward means to treat
our bottomless conceit
so here in daft defeat
we near our last retreat
this gold we grasped shall be
our shining destiny
and this final decree
shall list for all to see:
we see that every deviation
from the only destination
worth the price of perspiration
costs the greatest fortune
a life of worth, the one worth living,
from the birth until the giving
of the final breath and shiv'ring
seems the least importune
the eerie lights and lonesome nights
fast became our burial sights
as we screamed, "I have my rights"
and called our finest lawyers
but now we wander ceaselessly
haunting wraiths until there be
the final judgement, ghosts are we,
in hellfire's dimlit foyers
so deck the halls with boughs of hollies
let the living sing our follies
while we lived we got our jollies
as the trust destroyers...
"once there was a chance to give ya'
once you had a life to live yeah
but the time to do is trivia
now you are just voyeurs"
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