Some call me lucky
some called me stoned
some say I've been everywhere
but I feel all alone
You look to cars and money
To sees who's won the game
I look to the cemetery
And see that we all are the same
No amount of anything can fill this void
Not even the love of a heart
I count all the things to say "goodbye to"
Before I must depart.
The things that make you happy
Are all abstract and arcane.
That doesn't mean shit to anyone around you
They just think that your insane
So some call me lucky
Some call me loved
Some say you can go anywhere....
Beautiful, cryptic, with a hint of saddness that haunts you for hours after reading it.
It is that odd saddness, in fact, that made me comment.
Hope all is well and you are smiling.