I’m coming home

A time in between time
A place in between places
A life in between lives
A thought in between thoughts

The sojourn of a watchman
To a land of strange men
Not only men but very beautiful women
In a quest to be a better man

Guns and roses
Tuxes and poses
The outside cool and cozy
The inside warm and mouldy

A place so far
Yet quite near
An alien in foreign land
Yet still in the land of my birth

Strange things happen
Even with less words spoken
All you need is a token
In order to spark something

The attention and affection
The retention and detention
The obsession and rejection
The subjugation and suppression

The stories need to be told
Because of the memories I now hold
For my conscience cannot be bought
In this young life I now try to mould

The thoughts keep flooding
The memories keep flowing
The emotions keep rising
And my pen keeps writing

Who will tell the story?
Who will bell the cat?
Who will sing the song
And not be sorry?

The story is about ended
Even before it began
‘Cos we know how it ends
Even before it started

If he tells
It will become history
If I keep quiet
It will remain a mystery
But some way some how
It would manage to sprout
And if the memories don’t bring joy
Then they’ll definitely bring tears

But till then
I’ll look forward to that date
Where I’ll meet that one on that shore
Not the one in the world beyond
But she in whose embrace I belong


Peekay
11/10/13