Not a well written story mine has been
full of exclamations in every twist or turn
all the missing words I have never seen
for every moment lost in the past of time
and places marked along so I may return
not a well written one this story of mine.
Just a plain beginning with no fading light
to a soothing tune that would hold attention
not the rolling drums to mark with delight
the passing of years with music and wine
just the fading letters of my own pretension
and a poorly written this story of mine.
In the middle of all if we can’t stay awake
we rush to the end as the letters get blurred
with the lack of a twirl as I dance and I fake
all the ventures lived in the lines I can’t find,
existing in dreams with my soul slowly stirred
not at all written down in this story of mine.