Of Hope and Misgivings II

I thought of you and where you’d gone
and let the world spin madly on.
Blinking through shades of time and memory;
so carefully I lost,
to the man I chose to be.
Now these ticking hands of a mechanical heart
move too fast to allow a new start.
There are no new days so long as there’s memory;
what’s left to say
is better unheard.
Unheard by the world and unspoken by the tongue
burnt inside a mind cursed to be on the run.
I cared about them rules but just not enough;
now its time already,
to save a last dying laugh.
A last dying laugh for all them teary eyed lies,
trading broken peace for too high a price.
I tell you it ain’t worth dying to an old cheap trick;
so long as you’re standing
on your two feet.

ps : snatches of words and ideas and have been unscrupulously whacked from certain writings by The Comedian & Peter Pan.....aaaaaaaargh! the poets have been hunted.

pps: also words have been borrowed from Meenakshi who hasn't been caught laughing for a really long time.