Of Fame


I walk across the fields of time,
There is no reason and there is no rhyme.
I am doomed to remember what I cannot forget,
This life of mine no longer fits.

The waves crash and the wind howls,
But I am still stuck inside of life's bowels.
There is no secret I do not know,
Please tell me it is time to let go.

I am trapped inside a broken clock,
Please would you pass me the glock?
Far too long I have stayed,
I no longer wish to keep death at bay.

All these years were a curse,
Were all the deaths worth the knowledge of a verse?
Please let it end, this is all insane,
Were all the deaths worth the price of fame?