I looked for him;
He didn't find me.
The watchman;
His gracious bounty.
Playing tricks on me,
On us, on you
"The morning comes"
He yields, with dew.
Time is like the spokes on
wheel,
Til' it pops a flat
And makes you
Feel.
Old
And Fat.
The morning comes,
Day after day,
Night after night
Darkest grey, before the light.
Again
I sin
'Missed the spoke.
It held me up,
Gave me hope.
How was I to know,
Did you?
Red pill, blue pill
Is it true?
Was that enough,
I didn't think so
But now
I know.
I fell flat.
Too.
