In your restful arms I lie, why must I ever die?
Will I ever make it in Las Vegas, strut the stage?
What about this page?
Should I be Gary Glitter or be bitter?
What is the attraction of fool’s gold, will I learn the truth before I’m old?
I am old now and I don’t know.
Did you say I told you so?
I take up arms and lay them down.
I am the eternal clown.
I settle down.
I leave the rest to you.
You know what to do.
I only know your arms have charms.
Why must I be, to sing your song?
Here I belong.
I sing your song.
2nd November, 2016