Left you surely thinking it was nearer the end.
On the riverbank a conversation left behind,
Too much left unsaid sweet friend, words fall out of rhyme.
Further on down the road where the owl does not speak
And the lark goes undetected and the willow does but creek.
A moment wondering ‘bout it, little matters in the end
When the clock and swagger dangle and the joker brings his friend.
Right then and there
Bare naked in the sun,
Made a plea for god’s forgiveness
Received them all but one.
Calling out to Budda,
Farrarh and the flame --
Are you well, Sabu?
And isn't it a shame.
So I kept on walking, passed the holy shrine
Burnt my last three wishes, drank the holy wine.
Forgotten all about it, chalked it up this time
Thought it better in the end to reach for the sublime.
Further on
Passed the great divide
The pyramids of Egypt
Phantoms of the mind --
Walked steady
Right on through them
Met you on the other side.
It was foolish thinking
You would take the ride.
Further, further
Walking, walking still
Keeping steady all the while
Waiting for the chill --
Deep inside the forest where the river keeps her word
And the mocking bird tells you everything silly thing she's heard.
There I go a walking, walking farther still
Sending postcards to the needy, photos from the mill --
Where everything gets muddy and the king and queen decline
Complain it's just not funny, these verses out of rhyme.
There I go a walking, a walking farther still
Keep my eyes on look out perch for sparrow and whip-poor-will.
Knowing they will lead me to the conversation by the brook
Too much left unsaid sweet friend, perhaps I’ll write a book –
Further on down the road.
- bellini
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