I dread the day
Strange thing to say
Forgetting it was May
If it was July
It would be
You lie
You lie
You lie
You lie like a donkey fly
Words from my past that make me smile
Calm my nerves
What some use liquor for
Some use herbs
I use words
To say
I dread the day
When all I’ve planned
Falls through the bottomless basket
Ceremoniously into a casket
And I hear the naysayers at the funeral
“What’s good playa playa?”
Greeting from a distance
But up close
I see their pleasure strain
At the seams of a fake smile
For instance
Gloating
Bile
Rising
I dread the day
I lose all I’ve gained
All that water
Collected from
All that rain
Leaving behind a mind
Drowning
Because the body will never make it to Spain
I dread the day
When I put my pen on the paper
And it whispers back
I have no pictures left to paint
And with that my last friend walks away
Left with no way to reflect on yesterday
Leaving me stuck with no tomorrows
I dread the day
So I plan for it
See how that plan fails
And plan for it
Refine my philosophy
And walk
Not just stand for it
Form a team
Out of many
One
And all for it
Divided you’re stronger
A joke
I’ll let someone else fall for it
Growing slowly
Making sure I never get too tall for it
You know
What it’s like
To dread the day