Month: January 2019

let’s keep talking
until the morning
while my eyes still
see you clearly
it’s been so long
since i saw you last
can’t recall when
just glad to see
that your still alive
fill me in on
your busy life
how you left
found out yourself
brought it back
to this old town
not much has changed
still living here
under this old roof
where my father raised
my whole family
wonder if you
remember him too
used to admire you
on the last days
of the summer sun
said i should
hang around
wished i listened more
now the day
starts to brake
my time with you
will come to an end
but don’t be a stranger
i’ll be here
for a long time to come
stop by, say hello

if you come back
and the light’s still on
know that i won’t be there

i’ll have gone to find
my true place in the world
far away from here

used to look forward
to my old friends to come
and keep me company

the tales i’d hear
from their days forgone
all till the end of days

but i know you won’t come
haven’t seen you in years
the house will remain empty

with the light’s still on

i keep getting in trouble
with you, you

stealing from the rich
giving to the poor, poor

got a wanted poster
with a big reward, reward

if you’re robin hood
then i’m little john, john

we got a bunch of friends
call themselves merry men, men

you just chase marian
to be your bride, bride

am i on the right side
guess i’ll find out in time, time

what will you do
when you wake up
to find your voice
has left you

i’ll take a pen
and draw out
your feelings
to the world

just like before
it will be kept
only between you
and me

and to those
who look outside
and admire the words
in secret comforts

but those are welcome
that find warmth
and solidarity
among us

always

i don’t plan to frighten you
woth my long winded tales
of the fears of the future
and growing older

so take it with a grain of salt
not all that is predicted
will eventually come true
the rest is up to you

look back on your past mistakes
they will serve true
to the actions you take
going forward through

best not to linger
on unchangeable things that
end up keeping you awake
in the middle of the night

don’t let mornings be ruined
before they get a chance to start
don’t take my words too seriously
or keep them close too your heart