TAPES 3
(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.
