ticket to ride
it’s way past tea time
just like it was on the night
they called you away
you had no place to go
so you were told
and they strapped you in
one-way ticket in hand
everyone seemed indifferent
about seeing you go
but I was not convinced
pleaded with anyone who would listen
to please reel me back in
and explain one more time
why moon keeps changing her shape
nobody really knows
but there are better ways
to decipher between good or bad
reality versus fantasy
or better yet why this world
keeps spinning without you
it’s best to keep
bullets by your bedside
just in case night watchman
decides it’s your turn to take a ride
january two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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ominous. love it.
thank you very much
you need special bullets for the nightwatchman to stop him stealing your dreams
yes, you do
This is great; I’m particularly fond of the title and top line together.
Thank so much!