The Line

When I shine

Please, say am I awake

Scales on my eyes

Reflecting a face I should know

 

Shed my light

When all that is left is my own

Flare to kill time

Watching the smoke from below

 

The cross that I’m bearing is made from the ages to come

Where time’s turned to cinder and memories are bleached by the sun

 

 

Where I stand

The streets run forever in circles

All beginning’s an end

Crossroads don’t care where I go

 

The rain on the windshield plays up since the engine broke down

And old man remembers and smiles he is getting ready to drown

 

I believed there was a line –

there is none that I could find

I believed there was promise to be kept

Some time

I believed there was a reason –

there is none that I could spy

My footsteps leave a trace, so I’ll keep walking

Along the line

 

This was orginially conceived as a song text, but has so far never found the music to go along with it.

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