08 – Spent a Lifetime Dying

there’s a couple on the subway

so in love you feel the heat

you’d think that they made aging

obsolete

all eyes fixed on heavenly bodies

raise the periscope of youth

we spend a lifetime dying

we don’t want to know the truth

wise men want for nothing

while rich men dig for oil

the tree of life transmogrified

into rich financial spoil

thirty thousand days spent marching

like a lemming toward the cliff

we spend a lifetime dying

and we don’t know how to live

it’s not fair

I got distracted

in the middle of my swing

can I call in my mulligan

and become a different thing

can I dig in with the crampons

can I roll away the stone

can I throw the dogs of reason

a bone

put the longings in a scrapbook

cull the gems and junk the hoard

put the dishes up on craigslist

put the stone back on the sword

I’m afraid that where you’re going

you won’t need sensible shoes

I’ve spent a lifetime dying

and I haven’t got a clue

but baby can I spend it here with you

baby it’ll be alright

would you be mine tonight

I could read a book by your light

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