Smoky
Fog of Dreams (3:00am) (craig baker)I
am reduced to fractured memories Scattered over time Like a statue brought
to ash and dust Granite turned to lime In the middle of the night I
lay upon my couch And smoke a cigarette If only regrets were worth nothing
But a dollar and a damn I could afford forgetfulness But as it is
the memories Are all that's within my means And the smoky fog of dreams
And the moon of truth Through Venetian blinds Like striped light bars
Of an imprisoned mind The light of a billion stars Cannot permeate
But one lonely moon Doth illuminate Through striped light bars This
smoky fog of dreams. |