You go on the road to hell
Drinking from the wishing well
And listening to the doom bell
For those who already fell...
Breaking your worn heart,
Taking your soul apart,
Tearing the letters to depart
And sending prayers to the guard!
A stupid ache to remember
And silly memories to forget!
Naive thoughts like sparkling ember
Smouldering inside but yet...
You climb the mountains to reach the stars!
You launch big vehicles to fly to Mars!
And crying to the voice of the guitars -
Falling for abyss, for a handful of dinars...
Walking without clear purpose,
Without destination!
Straying from the locus,
Embarrassment mixing with frustration.
You go on the road,
You have something to believe!
Dreaming to cross the fingerboard,
Never trying to deceive...
Post and Scriptum:
A deed without the following deed is as senseless as a note without further notes. But several notes or a sequence of chords is already sense, music and story.
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