Misguided lady, the stream crossed over the river
In order to learn how to fly

Today's the day of retrospective and sympathy
The last one if this cough drags
Like the fags I rubbed off
Under my feet

A sea of grey, my favorite color
Just so
I swear I could descend directly from a chimney
An exception, apart from both ape and chimpanzees

A proud, sort of, father of four
Called them over, sat them round
Looked over his shoulder and sighted
His will will be spoken
So tread light, don't forgo the floor

The holiday season carry a certain weight
To their own it's due, what's the right name..
weary and restless, straight from the boarding school
to an empty room I called my own
Not too shabby for a house meant to replace a dusty home
Reparable cause once compared, what came next
Was instead the real test

Between bars and thick glass, a familiar or a phantom
Rogue by nature, vile in aspect but kind at touch
My father would serenade and occasionally giggle
A faint tune to lighten the mood in this prison
A prison that no longer bares impression
Bunch of loners, guards, prisoners and all
Sheep, the whole lot, friendly though
Necessity bred understanding and tame ways
To believe it all started by an opportunistic theft of false identities
A con really, laid to waste through bait.
Hook, bite and center. dragged through busy roads and cement
I would had chose to pour more concrete

Two mares leaps and a sea between
They shan't ever spout more bullshit to me
I got no hack for gamble and pain
Chances are Fortune butcher my ankles
chew my fingertips and bite my lips
An unfortunate occasion really then
To look farther ahead, as I happen to be heading that way.

Colorful the stuff hope seems to be made off

As the soul corrodes, a bad omen

A grey day weights down, under

Light weather always broke the mood

As of yet, nothing, remembrance digs deeper within

It took us longer then expected, pal

You seem, it both pains me

In vain, ever oh so vain facing the truth

He came to remember my birthday

Throwing a pretense for a tantrum, a need

A eagerness to celebrate, be had a commotion, salud.

Easy now, should we listen?

It gave me pause, nevertheless

I was genuinely surprised, and thrown aback

Hold me then in your thoughts

I haven't been myself

But now I cannot say you weren't here

Here to help

Back then as well. 

Not particular about giving away sympathy

I don't believe I am well known for kindness neither

I must have done some good thus far though

And I spare no time celebrating indeed.

I cannot simply come undone, for others

They hold the key and a piece of me.

It felt good to lay down at night
Comfortable under the sheets, safe and sound
Somehow, those days never dragged

I picture a walk to which stamina I lack
An ever consumption, a status quo in decline
I state the glaring fears, no one else would

Ludicrous  not to tremble, the possibilities are unexpected
Mind me, how does fare the time, read weather, 'bout those venues?

A crocked throat, a pleading case of hiccups and misery
Light my words with kerosene fireman, make it bright under the stars
The constellations hide tonight, devoid of attention or shape

It is not what separates us that stands out but the traits
Mark this words and take a bow