GARDEN OF LIES AND DELIGHT

GARDEN OF LIES AND DELIGHT

 

Waiting for a train
In a drizzling rain
Under an inadequate shelter
Shivering wet, the young and the elder
Coming or going where
No one seems to know or care
 
Today is not so clear
Yesterday is gone, tomorrow not yet here
Do not know what is in the air
Confusion in all, and everywhere
I've many years to go
Will I have anything to show
Watching people through history
Adds only to the mystery
 
Why am I here, what's the reason
Am I better than an ant or a bison
If I was an ant I would be closer to the earth
And as a mole, closer yet
As a giraffe, further away
And a tree further skyway
Yet my feet firm on the ground
For it is where I belong
 
But as a man, I feel disengaged
Shiver in the rain, yet not be obliged
To feel the connection
To that which I am a section
Soon the train will be here
And take me away from this sphere
I will be warm, no matter the cost
Who cares if all out there is lost
For it's my thoughtless plight
To live in the garden of lies and delight.