Thursday, March 03, 2011

The Dying Star



I am too tired to banter with you -I am too tired to fight
I am tired of judging you-Judging what’s wrong and right

The night is young,but I am old-a hundred and a score years old
We have been raising the stakes all night-now’s the time I fold.

You can keep my pride and fire
You can keep my fight and desire

I fell so hard and fell so far-I can’t get back up again
My best friend is the dying star-I can’t stand it’s pain.

I wish I could ride into the sunset-into the wild wild west
But this war ain’t over by any means-ain’t no time for rest.

4 comments:

Samadrita said...

Touching. Blog more often Your Dudeness! :D

Anish said...

thanks :) will try! :D

Santanu said...

Very Poignant Dudeness.

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

Good...but you write better