DARK STAR

music drones through the speakers
no one can be found laying at rest
out here people join the acid test
mister, mister... with your funky guitar...
don't break the beaker
bearded one of the old and weary
you sing not of love, but of lonely journeys
you claim death is your friend
but he became your enemy in the end
there was a time where you sought refuge from the storm
but when death finally caught up with you there was no war
oh bearded one of the old and weary
you sing not of love but of the lonely, hard journey

© 1995 thomas bates