Bad days, good days.Shiny days, rainy days.Happy days, sad days.Busy days, lazy days.Rich days, poor days.Solved days, troubled days.When will all this eagerness go away?Will I carry this all the way throughOr will I share it with someone?I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.I can't stand this no more.If when we suffer it mean we are washing down our sins, then I'm a canonized saint.Canonized, blessed and legendary.But dead.Do I have a legacy?Do I have followers?Do I have disciples?Do I have learners?If not, then I' a lame saint.But if I'm lame enough to be noticed... then I'm fine.07/01/2007
It was many years ago that I became what I am... I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb. Now I can never show my face at noon and you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon. The brim of my hat hides the eyes of a beast. I've the face of a sinner, but the hands of a priest. Oh, you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while there's a moon over Bourbon Street...
Wednesday 20 October 2010
Lame Saint
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