some things are better left unsaid
cups on red
1 2 3 look at me
a curtain of uncertainty
you’re not going to the shopping mall
you just sitting in an empty hall
your eyes are in a criss cross
your mind now just applesauce
you used to play the music loud
waving arms with the crowd
but now it’s all long gone
you’ve forgotten the words to that song
that’s the way it sometimes goes
now side by side with only those
that do not know, that do not care
that you once wore flowers in your hair
once sang for love, sang for peace
marched with throngs in the streets
sat in full lotus, did your zen
but this is now, that was then
now you’re just a curiosity
not half the soul you used to be
lonesome living in your tiny room
and feel the bristles of the broom
sweeping you into the black dustpan
to be tossed away now only sand
all you can do is stare at the wall
oh the irony of it all
