the first quarter century.

by marcus

Who said we could all be space captains
and president
resident heroes with long epitaphs
gypsies princess melt in the rain
we fade to a dull mute
there are no plans for escape
we are bound to the ground we walk
eternally in debt
we sew our spirit back in the soil
to give back all that we where given
I have been sitting here
renouncing the lives of the living
staying inside away from the sinning
I hear the sun is shining
I never check for myself
ignore the world and it will go away
there is a sad song
keeping cocktails and the broken hearted company
i am boundless steps beyond that
a trigger happy head case
winning a losers race
maybe one day I will be where
I belong
but for now i am a transient
transparent part of the scenery
how do I rise above
when I always fall deeper below
sometimes I see the mirror
beyond reflections
till I don’t know the man standing,
staring at me
I scream and it’s not my voice
wondering what happened
to the little boy
I grew from
small, blond hair, blue eye’s
to large , dark hair, green eye’s
I have spent this whole morning wondering why
to which I will never receive a reply