Istanbul - Budo

Loved one

Even his wife don’t know his name

Pulled forth

Distracted time and time again

Searching turns to longing and confused with growing old

He’s growing up

He’s getting worse

Born to love

Those wires crossed bridges without sight

No faces all the shepards look like clouds

Inside the multiple loving memories of family and friends

He’s moving on

He’s standing still

Gave it time

But all that pressure seems to build

Inside the mirror plated walls of his ideas

Always racing, never winning

Chasing Mary in the snow

She isn’t there

She’s far from home

And now he’s old

Too far along to even hope

Paper maché disintegrates out in the rain

He’s just a skeleton of dreams

Left at the mercy of the breeze

He feels so sad

He doesn’t know

Alone