MOVING ON

Sleep is gone and dead
Every memory he's ever had
Images he'll never hope to find
And still he moves on

What's perfect, what is grey
He answers all his questions
I'm sure that all is lost
Still he moves on

Sharpens his teeth
Tries not to weep
He cannot hold it all together
Will he move on

The wasting man falls down
Crawls to compensate
For being knocked from his stance
The will is good, the body's old
Nobody sharing his last dance

With blistered eyes
Even the wind pushed him around
He thinks his mind is one
And contradicts his every word

The small sacrifice of coins
Into the well brings him some luck
The ultimate sacrifice of him
Into the well brings anything

Anything to help him see
He feels no joy, no sorrow
He won't be here tomorrow
Time to move on


28/5/98