so hard to sleep
hands close
hearts distant and frail
nothing is clear
blurred shapes
walls stained to gray
though in decay
won’t let me go


digging too deep
words cold
no meanings to bear
sowing then reaping
no Paul behind to sing it’s okay
and take me somewhen else
I can’t let it go


no cars left to be burnt
lights to fade whatsoever
no widows to cry out their tears
all devoted to some kind of pleasure
no heroes drawn to be played
dreams we’d follow together
no kings to be replaced
only need to fit in the measures
is it likely to go out the frame?