For your pleasure

In our present state

Part false part true

Like anything

We present ourselves

The words we use

Tumble all over

Your shoulder

Gravel hard and loose



There all night

Lying

With your dark horse

Hiding

Abhorring such extremes



You're rubbing shoulders

With the stars

At night shining so bright

Getting older



But you'll wake up

Soon and fight

In the morning

Things you worried about

Last night

Will seem lighter



I hope things

Will turn out right

Old man-

Through every step a change

You watch me walk away

Tara tara ...