SHALL I SPEAK OF WALLS AND TOWERS THAT LAY AHEAD?
Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn
Feb. 25, 2012
Yet shall I speak of walls and towers that lay ahead?
Shall I hint of valleys and hills that before us will untimely spread?
Should I claim that I speak to the very dead,
Who cross my path this date and time,
As have a hundred times before,
Since I was birthed upon this pretty shore?
You should think I’m mad and that I’ve had
Something come loose within my head.
But I say t’is not so, and fleeing I shall not go.
No, not I, I shall not retreat upon a weakly said goodbye.
Nay, not I, not so meekly do I play this game
And expect it to never be the same as once was before.
For life is too short to not be bold.
Upon sadness and hatred I am not sold!
Come, tap upon this empty skull, don’t be so bloody dull,
But hear me if you but can understand,
And dance with me until the dawn
Then, in exhaustion, from labors and drink we lay upon a cold wet lawn
Listen, I shall not be telling thee, nor should you ask
What lays dishonesty in the future store
But hear me out and stand thee by my side
For yet I tell thee I have not died
Nay I am not one such as these who block the way
From whom life has fled before and on this day
Keep safe thy bloodless knife within thy cloak, dear friend
Counsel holds until the crossing at the end
Of the path upon which we find ourselves to tread
And shall I not know the truth instead
Of lies passed to me by those with eyes
Who seem this night to monopolize
The very space in which we stand
The very air we two do breathe for it shall all times be free
And what of they? Trained to not offend or give the hint
That lies are being this day all spent and time is twisted and lent
A curving that slings us out towards some unknown fate
And only trust in ourselves can we then compensate.
Should it be so?