After Cities Indicate their Dead…
If you could stop here and let me deliberate on this illusion in my head. Where babies turn up dead And where the lights turn to fire and vagabonds go un-hired and the days turn to weeks and the weeks turn to months and months turn to years and you only live for the cheers, the cheers you hear only in your head where the people aren’t dead and the money is real and the innocent doesn’t kill and where the sirens in your head go off un-said And your body keeps on turnin’ and tripin’ and your eyes keep on collecting all sorts of things normal old folk are missin’. Where colors have sounds and the things you hear suddenly appear. And you hear another cheer and suddenly you’ve lost a year. But when you gather yourself to realize that its only been a day. You suddenly realize that you have only begun to say, “hello my love ones we have lost another today”. And you suddenly realize that your trip is done and the plane has come home and you have no more to mourn… about.