Sorry Sir

© 2020

Here is the place I never wanted to be
But inside the cycle you can clearly see
Where I leave my pillows at the door
And daydreams in billows, all along the shore
My eyes die, but they don’t close
Where’s my escape? What do you propose?

My friend, won’t you walk the wheel with us?
Come friend, won’t you walk the wheel with us?

Sleepless martyrs like me send out tentacles
My veins are simply raw vessels for chemicals
Crashing of tidal moods, sends my soul away
I can’t bear the hateful sight of this rude beauty anyway
Face in mud and dirt, as I fall again
There’s traces of blood on my shirt, but I don’t feel any pain

My friend, won’t you walk the wheel with us?
Come friend, won’t you walk the wheel with us?

So caramalise your arteries and go back to working
Sell your bed, sell your soul, the Devil is lurking
And he says “just another round, oh, just one more measure”
While the clock ticks obscenely, gloating its treasure
Please fix the optic, to this gleaming leisure tower
Teasing my spastic, selfish pleasure power

My friend, won’t you walk the wheel with us?
Come friend, won’t you walk the wheel with us?

Discover my eyelids held open by pennies
Nodding with crows when I offer them pleasantries
I follow the sad, friendly streetlamps home
Ignoring the blanks that invaded my chromosome
I open my door, climb my stairway to bed
I grope on the floor and the voice in my head says
“Keep it up, Pilgrim, and you’ll soon be dead”
For the 8th day in a row

My friend, won’t you walk the wheel with us?
Come friend, won’t you walk the wheel with us?
I’m so sick of saying ‘Sorry, Sir’!