THE ALLEGORY IN THE DIM AND DISTANT PAST The crickets' nocturne tune has ended It sang a brand new tune instead If i know, it would simply kiss the night And would leave to another light When my favorite show was over I was hanging in a crag Trying to get some sleep on the bench Wiping raindrops through the sheets But thank you for the sweets You gave me roses but got pricked by the thorns That's just one of those days Now walking by the beach with one footprint on the shore I'm left single-mindedly Yet you're still stealing roots from dancing daises When would you kill your ways? Now I'm fine catching bullets before it could crush my spirits Grateful by your attempted fragmentation We are left single-handedly Driving into the freeway Such a champ in knocking something in the head An epic first liner in cutting me dead Acquaintances got the wrong impression Quick-witted talkers are after all, your ideal relations Don't creep back when you're bored I'm not a t.v show, I'm not a radio But thank you for leaving a crevice