Once it was Written Again
6-25-21 2h
In the hottest of these long summer afternoons
I picked up my thoughts left next to some goon
And decided to walk, walk and not go back
To a world that seemed so out of whack
For if spring was still here, and not gone away
I think I’d stayed and like a painting, be displayed
But it was time that would happen, just as you said
What I would give, a young man and you, laying in bed
Now that I think and now that I ponder
The road that I took, the one over yonder
Maybe not the best, for the things that I saw
Make you know what happens, yes to us all
Not long after that, a man shorter than me
Had yelled and hollered after falling from a tree
I think he was rich, maybe crazy, long insane
He handed out money, in fact all that remain
I spoke with a farmer, a rancher more precise
He was dealing in chickens, in roosters and rice
They must have been special, no ordinary bird
For once it crowed a third time, a man ran off no muttering or word
You know how things leave you, vanish so quick?
And all comes back to you without thinking, licked I’d split?
Well, the things I tell you, they happed, I’s there
Each one played out, I might embellish, little there little here
I walked on further, the road not so wide
Lay a man he was hurt, he was holding his left side
Stunned as I was, I figured these two others would stop
And give this man or at the least call a cop
Someone did come, I think he was rich like a king
He paid the man’s bills, offered money, jewelry, and rings
That was nice what he did but between you and I
The ride was no picnic, on an ass did he lie
I close my eyes tight; I remember this woman so dirty
Who was old as the hills, unlike others, not worldly
Her purse was worn out, barely contain what was inside
And emptied it out, it wouldn’t get you a downtown bus ride
Maybe I should have left, maybe I should not have gone in
It was called entertainment; you knew who would win
This fighter so tall, he’d block out the sun
All money on him, like he’s already won
But this kid he was hungry, he figured he’d try with might
I’m telling you, nobody thought that was a good fight
It was said by a man who had more than a hunch
All strategy is gone, when hit by the first punch
And so, it be here, it was over before it started
The tall man talked loudly, but he was half hearted
The boy with the stuff, the right tool to displayed
Dropped the giant with one punch, to the bettors dismay
What came to my mind, well stranger than fiction
We all ran the wrong way, we couldn’t get any traction
And stopped at a river, but thirst was not in our thought
I reason this is it, I’ll be buried in this spot
But this man knew something, like he studied the water
Cause it was diverted I think, to the other side he got her
But this man was only human, his design wouldn’t hold
Not sure what became of the others, the story untold
I almost forgot about this girl, we went to school
Wore makeup and expensive dress, used her best tool
I’d figure she was gone or at least undercover
I heard she was rescued, for saving a man, a man, and his brother
Fishing one day, it was tense, and nothing was biting
These men went anyway, they were constantly fighting
Nothing was happening just like I thought
Till a guide told them, you’re close to the spot
They fished and they fished with nothing to show
But followed direction, and the other side the net go
Man, I’ve seen things that brought me the shivers
Nothing like that, took all the fish in the rivers
I need to remind you while I’m here and still can think
Why I started to toss you the ending, the whole kitchen sink
I left ‘cause I needed, yes the feeling too great
It’s true that it’s not love, too many things I hate
This man I met at a banquet so fine, pristine
Didn’t like the music or girl, I think named Christine
I thought things through as my finger scratch my head
If I’d stay around longer, it’s my hunch it be me that lay dead
To conclude I’ll tell you about a couple men that I met
One, he was bitter, so mean, spoke harsh and yet
The other was different, I’m not sure why that was true
But the things that he spoke of, it’s like the ending he knew
The story it can’t last forever, all things must end
But as he packed his belongings, a message to send
To anyone who’ll listen, remember me please
The place you are going, you will fall on your knees
