DON'T WANT TO BE
Late night all alone soul winter freeze
Midnight shadows try to trick me into sleeping
Childhood self bid fare thee well,
faint voice echo life’s fairytale, trail away from
me...
and I don’t want to be
In my garden days
of no regret,
brown leaves scattering in minuet
life’s brittle pages crumple in the wind
forming the wings of the seraphim
who wait for me... I don’t want to be
Half lit lovers
lost in dusty rooms
behind long shadows of afternoon
in the ghost winds they fall from flight
and sink like treasure in an old man’s eyes, lost at sea
and I don’t want to be
Ancient philosophers
who said
now dime store prophets in a medicine show
the artist steals his colors from the eye
and he uses them to paint the lie and the poet’s a thief
and I don’t want to be
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth