Ask 1: Savour The Time At Hand. - Poem by David Lacey
All I’m asking for one favour,
Wont you lick the skin with a different flavour.
Savour the time at hand.
What is it you want from me?
What is it you want to know?
How will it be, how will it end?
Looking through you,
Looking through me my friend
Wipe away the tears
Leave them for another day
All to be caught chasing sorrow another way.
As dreams are scattered forevermore,
We find ourselves lost in the daybreak forgotten until tomorrow.
As we sit. we play as toys in time,
Come and spend some time at mine,
Maybe it’ll do you some good.
Forget the words, forget the dream
If that’s all that it means to you.
Destiny is ours to see it through.
Reinvent the day a different way
tainted visions of divinity
They don’t seem to mean that much to me anymore.
Endless wandering in circles.
Down, round, picking up the pieces from the ground.
I’ve watched you fall, I’ve watched you all
Dance the night a flame.
We’d do it all again given the chance.
Twist back, turn,
Burn away desire within sins of the flesh
Cornered, isolated from dream state
Where are we going?
Are we early? Late?
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