I don't care for the foreground,
Or the background.
They are all the same to me,
blending into one,
eternally,
Making me think of the wild turns
left to right,
and how foolish I was to think they would
ever lead anywhere.
I wasn't lost.
Not at all.
Not at all.
There is nothing to be lost from - not when the train ride of life has left you behind at the stop.
'Any room on board?'
'No sir!'
Left behind, never picked up.
Can't be lost.
Nothing to be lost from.
Just the endless walk - and the noisy quiet.
How I dream of clear skies...
There are no skies
Not when your head faces the ground -
Not when the heavy hand presses down -
No clear skies - no sparkle of light...
Just the dark road below -
And the endless padding of my feet -
In the quiet street
NO left no right
Just on on on
I wasn't lost.
Not at all.
Not at all.
There is nothing to be lost from - not when the train ride of life has left you behind at the stop.
'Any room on board?'
'No sir!'
Left behind, never picked up.
Can't be lost.
Nothing to be lost from.
Just the endless walk - and the noisy quiet.
How I dream of clear skies...
Bleak is time,
so say some,
I don't care -
For me it's done.
Time for me can disappear into the skies,
All things good are just a disguise.
It's all a blur,
Not nice good sir,
I tilt my hat and bow my head
And go now into the merry dread.
I wasn't lost.
Not at all.
Not at all.
There is nothing to be lost from - not when the train ride of life has left you behind at the stop.
'Any room on board?'
'No sir!'
Left behind, never picked up.
Can't be lost.
Nothing to be lost from.
Just the endless walk - and the noisy quiet.
How I dream of clear skies...
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