Ill reputed minstrel & her fancy dolls
Forever punished for my dated sin
A hushed wish for something more
Images of the whiteness of porcelain
Do not lead me through vacant doors
No need to become another mistake
Removed from that dreadful life
Sparing additional pain for her own sake
Dancing lightly in the darkness
Admiring her spinning gown
Incapable of resisting delicate charms
Would do anything to replace that frown
These broken & delayed dreams Electric toothbrushes that constantly hum A pocketful of change & girls with eyes so pretty it makes me dumb
I’m not one to make a great scene Yet I’m your average middle-aged guy Not counted among the mundane I couldn’t be normal, even if I tried
So we’re all stuck in this spinning limbo A world with mixed up priorities & hate I’m confused by all this wasted time One of these days the hourglass will cease to rotate
So, I’m probably going to be late for work For my beautiful woman resides in this bed I could be responsible & get there on time But I’m always going to choose to love instead
I don’t need all that chaos
I’m content with simple taste
Up early in the morning
To ensure the day isn’t a waste
A prayer, a pen & a book
Foundations to a solid grin
Society can’t take it from me
In control as the world spins