Too Close to Dylan

Too Close to Dylan

November 25, 2024

Friends and lovers

From across the way

Depend on my charity

Holding alliances

Across the days

Is quite the rarity

From soothsayers told to arrive

But never held to a vow

I am sunburned from deceit

From my shoulders to my brow

The pain in my face

Mirrors the wounds of my heart

I died with each attack

From those espousing love

As the knife plunges deeper

And the hilt bruises my back

Then my ego, then my pride

All going before the fall

I will suffer on the street

But I’ll get by somehow

My songs fall silent in the night

Absorbed by ether rings

They are too long

They are too short

They speak of silly things

My songs hide within the breezes

On days I took my stings

But, I know I will succeed

And fly on gossamer wings