your life is a film
a great epic
something like
shawshank redemption
but richer and sadder
bigger and madder
now you're in an open prison
working and teaching
paying your dues
and often and often and often
I think about you
I think about your jigsaw life
and now when they say
I'll end up like that
before the the gates close
before the the gates close
I'm no longer offended
rather I wonder if I could spend it
in the same way---- this fleeting existence,
travelling forever
living out of a bag
leaving no trace
no numbers and nothing to brag
about, no, just living in a way
the dead living
would never understand, one day
tell me your story
i promise I won't write it down.
