What Goes Round...

The Jester in exile,
     the joke is on him...
The ship's sinking, sailor,
     i hope you can swim...
The parade is now over
     you were just watching anyway...
Let the marching bands play a dirge
     to match how i'm feeling today...
The most despicable man
     on the face of the Earth
for all of his dreams he has no means
    and has nothing to show of worth
Words die, last breath on the wind
    taken up to the sky to circle
slowly down again
     to enter a mouth that's open in wonder
Maybe that where i will begin again;
     as the catch in someone's breath...
                  09-24-10