The Futile Chase

In the fast lane of pain

Driving around with the insane

Could it be true my life was in vain?

Are we all masters of our poison domain?

Can’t see my hand in front of my face

The smell of burnt leather and lace

My love is lost without a trace

Perhaps it was all a futile chase,

Memories that smite me through the hours

Lost opportunities and baby showers

Tomb stones and colorful flowers

A life that time surely devours,

Missed connections and vague regrets

All those aversions upon which we are beset

My children do I owe you a debt?

All the lost lovers I ever met,

I hear jazz somewhere on the street

She was merely too shy for us to meet

My Dear you could have been a bit more discrete

On the streetcar of dreams just take your seat,

Reflections in a cold gray pond

Of a life we once had that moved on

But baby it left me here way beyond

This last vestige of a Swan,

So now through the years

I deal with and harbor those fears

Being a man I hide those tears

Just one more glass and say “Cheers”.