Standing here in the shining sun, I
look upon my past
Into the days when i was a sun,
Into the days of my mast.
...
Time plays its games.
As it always does.
Stood there was, I looking at the game it had played.
Had it been the other way round,
...
The Rusty Limousine
Standing here in the shining sun, I
look upon my past
Into the days when i was a sun,
Into the days of my mast.
Clad in black I carried
those clad in black,
until that bright morning
when something went black.
Decrepitude has wrapped me
And mortality will give the litmus test.
But I have a history
which will always.
make me a limousine even when I take rest