Well I'm back after a surprisingly long time. This year has just run away from me and I've really neglected visiting the forum since Christmas. Anyway here's something I wrote, it's actually a revised version of something I wrote a few months back but I stumbled across it having forgotten about it and started on it again.
All feedback welcome!.
LOGIC IS OVERRATED
He was just a big shot man
Who went nowhere fast,
They all say they knew him once
But he didn't give them a chance.
He fell in love with the highway noise
and the roads that took his life away
And now a shadow of the man he was
he strives to get through the days
The die cast, this would never last,
A mere footprint in his winding path,
A fool's hope he cast in stone;
If only someone had done the maths.
As time passed he broke all ties,
It was far to late when he realised.
So I asked just what he'd thought would happen,
His faith had seemed so self designed.
So he turned to me with a hollow sigh
And took me in with his bleary eyes,
as if the words of those he'd left behind
And pierced my soul and ensnared my mind.
It was clear he yearned not for sympathy
And that his gift to me was transparency
So I swore aloud to hear to him out:
This big shot man who'd discovered doubt,
[CHORUS]
He said "It's not what you were,
It's what you will always have been.
It won't invade your thoughts for the first few years
But one day you'll find you've outlived your peers,
And the empty canvas that was once your life,
Has become a wash of your greatest fears".
But what could he do?
He'd been young and gripped by vanity
Who would be so foolish to not elect
A life of such vitality?
For the world is crude and the people cruel
In going about their daily deeds
And the logic indicates that life is best
With each less mouth to feed.
But logic is as logic does
And a foregone life isn't life enough
To find joy and hope in what we do
Or to allow the time to discover love
So I consider you an honest fool
Who's lost himself in ridicule
I take pride in fighting tides
And in venturing from the paddling pool.
[CHORUS]
[BREAK]
Well don't mind if I still roll my eyes
I'm a skeptic, yes, but no fantasist.
I just pray that you may one day start to get the gist.
[INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE]
[CHORUS 2]
Yeah he said "It's not what you were,
It's what you will always have been."
These words still haunt my dreams to this very day
Like the twisted chords of once sweet serenades.
So I compose myself and I refuse to make the same mistakes.
So he turns away from my stoic glare
and brushes back his murky chair.
He pays with change he'd found that night
And grasps the arms of his creaking chair.
And the only one he'll let share the load
as he prepares to take back to the road
Is the silent night who's empathy
he'd so boldly failed to gain from me,
[OUTRO - similar structure to break]
But as he takes his leave his eyes meet mine
And in that lasting moment I see a man,
who's scanned the seas and discovered land.
A big shot man he may have been
But as we come down to this closing scene:
I'm richer than he'll ever be
Because I've kept my soul and my conscious clean.
