Not Long Now

To dwellers and fortune tellers

Be well and live through bad news

Days that fell on lost hope

Be distant of thought

Resolute be marching feet

Sale of every sensation

Sell the world

A story of boy & girl

That we loved each other

But reflecting neglect

Is yearning to hold again

The month be October

No time to be sober

Trick or treat the mind

The best remedy of enemies

A spiteful spoon for the dish

Should I just enjoy a vacation

Lost on page of dictation

A mental holiday in visual display

To my virtual villa in Spain

But no view can I hold

As others take it and make it fold

For no room to be so see through

Just memory be lost words on a page

Surround myself with no desire

To keep seeing hope catch on fire

For what promises we keep

A man who sold the world be a price too steep