Song of the Serpent

Song of the Serpent           Dec 2018

The deepest truth,

can not be seen.

Its all vermouth,

know what I mean?

We carry on,

each marvelous day.

Until we are gone,

or have nothing to say.

Being on stage,

washed with screams.

Golden is the cage,

bizarre are the dreams.

We carry on,

each horrible day.

Until we are gone,

or have no place to play.

Why do I sing?

Iv got something to say.

What good does it bring?

I get paid anyway.

We carry on,

each confusing day.

Until we are gone,

or find a new way.

Music can move you,

far and fast.

Love can be true,

but how long will it last?

I got to go now,

its closing time.

And I dont know how,

to end this rhyme.