The sinewy spider webs of yesterday,
Are now the flashing lights on a street,
It seems that in these modern times,
Old things have become obsolete.
I ponder in my study,
The only place I'm calm,
So many years I spent watching the world,
The lines are deeper in my palm.
Millions of people have walked past my home,
None of them paid me mind.
O, what I would do to walk about with them,
To be with my own kind…
The loneliness within me's building,
The pains breaking the dam,
My burnt out soul can take no more.
I'm such a weaker man.
And as the dam inside me breaks,
My heart begins to slow,
I no longer feel the pain inside.
My soul is letting go.
And in my dying moments
My study door gets three sharp knocks,
I see the spider webs of yesterday,
Resting on a stopping clock….