A Walk in the Park

Just a lonely man in the sun

All around a world coming undone

Where there is no guilt and decency is overrun

I’m feeling a little under the gun,

Tomorrow is promised to no one

An empty room not my definition of fun

Those unclean spirits you don’t want to summon

The burden of persistent memory weighs a ton,

I will go on to survive and live

Despite those angry lies that you give

The deception that empties like a sieve

Those repercussions you won’t outlive,

Somehow I lost the battle of love

The grand illusion happiness is made of

Supposedly soon you’ll rise above

In a dream I recovered a wounded dove,

When the lies hit hard in the depth of the night

Hard to vanquish those demons from my sight

When fire and brimstone become your plight

Perhaps I was a bit too forthright,

Can’t seem to fathom the entire scope

Left here to grieve on this slippery slope

You can hang yourself given enough rope

Or give a speech standing on a box of soap,

The damaged rudder of the ill-fated Bismarck

Sailing in circles upon the ocean at dark

Like a lonely life that has lost its spark

At first I thought it would just be a walk in the park.