TAPES 3
Dedicated to emotional
imperfections
(Written in 1995)




If only I could not look back;

But I seem to live in

What little past that I have;

Thinking of lovers gone by

Like so much wind

Which leaves my life desolate

And devoid of passion;

I've become like an oasis

That's become a desert,

Reverted back to wilderness.



I'm a poor desolate, empty man

Whose life is meaningless

Even with consoling words

Without the joy of ecstasies gone by;

For after having what seemed

Like everything at the time,

It blew away and left me

Without anything,

Or anybody,

Just me.