Lavenders Blues

He wakes up about noon these days
Vaguely remembering ancient world sunrises

Looking into mirrors where once
Streams used to be
He shakes his head chasing puffs
Of sleep from his eyes

What he does must be as real as
What he doesn't
Like an electric Indian duelling
A video John Wayne

In a place some say is the best
Country in the world
Reality darts back and forth
Night into day past to present
Day to night present to future

A new malaria called material delirium
Neon hits advertising industrial
Mosquito bites

Hard to find the truth
Hard to hide the lies
Is paying for the product
Promoting his demise
His day doesn't even start
Until dark these days

Old warriors never die
They turn to driftwood

Drifting in industrial seas
Faces on clocks confine hands
Telling lies about time
Imposed illusions
Who's too restless to rest

The new wilderness
Men wolves to be wary of
Wandering promise
Locked out of childhood houses
What happened to family man
Once intimately known?

Women and love change with
Changing purpose
Empty arms obvious reminders
Of empty arms
Unlike so long ago
When he had it altogether

He tries remembering how he got
Confused these days
What's accepted as being alright
Seems too wrong
Trying to survive religions with
Gods at war

Old Ways, old habits
Human dreams struggle on

Fragmentation
Good with bad
Hanging between him
Putting him in limbos between
Dimensions

Living to many days like a
Lyric with no song
Recognition falters at times
But always remembers
He goes to sleep
With the sunrise these days