A Brief Flight of Zimmerism

My life piles up behind me,
As talking heads smooth past the present.
All the days and various ways
That brought me here now take their pay,
An threaten to obscure the day
When fortune breaks, and men will say
That evil will not pave the way
And win the day, and throw the fray -
That those who can be taught to say without delay
That they wont stray into decay,
Will not be broke, will not starve and choke
Into obscure and abstract folk-
Tals, breaking free from far away.
Those few will save me, if they may.

My life leads on before me,
Beyond controll and out of reach.
The times that will, through ill or still,
Affect me to their many will
And overflow, and purge and spill
Over the tombs, before the kill
That breaks the banks and bodes a thrill
That men will taper and distill
Orders its face to show and teach
A silence, basking from the free.
A silence meant only for me.

My life glows all around me,
Tangible yet incomplete;
A stranger who cant find his feet,
Cant walk into the darkened street,
Who fears the falling frozen sleet
Of memories he cant deleat
Will cry and fly and wonder why
His life fails, and he'll mever meet
Those few who'll take him to the sky,
Who'll purify - make him complete.

My life smiles wildly at me,
A dangerous mind on a stolen route
And all i try is by-the-by -
My life rolls on, without dispute.