Melancholy poetry,
listen to me sing of thee.
To those that want to hear ‑
in the pubs with their beers.
Drinking away their fears;
They mumble to their peers ‑ no one hears!
They go on believing in each other ‑
& soon this endless cycle with crush & smother
‑ each child, father, & mother!
They continue trying to get away ‑
But the rock keeps rolling their way;
But it’ll catch ’em ‑ ONE DAY!
All life gives up it’s breath,
To lie in the sleep of death.
Maybe one day each’ll regain breath!
Melancholy poetry ‑
listen to me sing of thee.
Your sweet melody
will always carry me;
Beyond what they expect of you.
Well soar like white condors through
whatever you have for me to do!
We’ll soar through eternity
while I sleep my eternal rest with thee.
wil becker
1993
