IN THE WEE HOURS
OF THE NIGHT
I STILL DREAM
OF A GIRL I MET
YEARS AGO
OF THINGS LONG PAST
OF THE DYING EMBER
DEEP WITHIN
WHY WASN'T I TOLD
OF A WORLD WHERE
DREAMS AND THINGS
ARE ALLOWED TO FADE
AND PEOPLE CRUMBLE
LONG BEFORE THEY DIE
~
I KNOW ABOUT BEING DOWN
AND I'VE BEEN UP A
TIME OR TWO
BUT NOW IT'S TIME
TO SEE HOW FAR
THIS BAREFOOT BOY CAN GO
GET OUTTA MY WAY
I'M HEADED FOR THE TOP
JUST ME AND MY
DREAMS AND THINGS
FOREVERMORE, GLORY BOUND
~
IN THE WEE HOURS
I SEE
A WORLD THAT I DESPISE
FULL OF HATE AND THE HATERS
THEY AREN'T CONTENT
TO LET IT BE - THEY MUST
SPREAD IT EVERYWHERE
AND PEOPLE CRUMBLE
LONG BEFORE THEY DIE
~
I COULD TELL YOU
ALL ABOUT HATRED
IT BURNS THE SOUL
AND FRIES THE VERY HEART OF MAN
I LEFT IT BEHIND
YEARS AGO
'CAUSE I'VE SEEN THEM
THEY STAND
RIGHT OVER THE RIDGE AND WAIT
FOR YOU TO LEAVE AND THEN,
AND THEN...
WHEN THERE'S NO ONE AROUND
THEY HIDE THEM AWAY
WHERE WE CAN'T SEE THEM
FOREVERMORE,
GLORY BOUND
~
IN THE WEE HOURS
I SOMETIMES THINK I'LL
LIVE FOREVER AND A DAY
... BUT SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY
I WOULD WANT TO
THERE'S NO FUTURE IN THE PAST
JUST THINGS TO AVOID
LIKE FIRE HYDRANTS OR
BLUE-EYED GIRLS WITH GOLDEN LOCKS
~
NEVER HAVE FELT LIKE
A WINNER
ONE WHO HAS GOT IT MADE
ALWAYS HAD TO MAKE IT
ON MY OWN
NO ONE TO REALLY COUNT ON
JUST ANOTHER LONELY POET
IS THERE ANY OTHER KIND?
~
THOUGHTS
THAT COME TO BEING
IN THE WEE HOURS
HAVE NO TRUE FORM
JUST A SAD AND LONELY MAN
ALONE WITH THE PAST AND
BOB DYLAN AND THE BAND
ANOTHER TALL BOY - LESS FILLING, OF COURSE
AND THOUGHTS - GOD DAMN THESE THOUGHTS
~
GERRY AND JERRY LEFT
CLIFFORD ALONE WITH HIS THOUGHTS
AND NOW CLIFFORD'S HIDDEN AWAY
FOREVERMORE,
GLORY BOUND
I WEEP FOR THEM ALL
I CRY A TEAR FOR
MY HUMAN RACE
I SURE HOPE THERE IS A FUTURE
WITH A LOT LESS HATE
TODAY I TURN MY HEAD AND SIGH
AND DREAM
IN THE WEE
HOURS OF THE NIGHT
M.J.CARSON
9-17-87
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Yep, those wee hours are hard sometimes. Evocative work.
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