MadameBastet-firing-neurons

MadameBastet-firing-neurons
There will come a time
when you will find
yourself alone
in fading room of despair
the stale aroma of some unresolved grief
heavy in the air.

And you will be playing mental solitaire
and smoking cigarettes
trying desperately to remember
how simply to forget
crazy things like the strange feel of December
in the dead center of July
the long, deep, bitter want
and someone that you loved once
a long, long time ago.

There will come a time
when you will find yourself
long since past the age
when it is acceptable to rage
against the dying of the light
and you will blow out candles in the night
and wonder when you lost the fight.

And you will learn, you will learn
to carry your grief with an elegant grace
You will learn
that in this world integrity will find no easy place
You will learn
to master the fine art of goodbye
You will learn
that often silence is your best defence
and that sadness does not guarantee
anymore tears left to cry.

There will come a time
when you will stop searching for some great cosmic sign
and you will gradually let go of the concept of fair
and you will live in a house of mirrors
to prove once and for all
that you're really there.

There will come a time
when you will spend your nights
dealing kings and queens
playing Jesus Christ to the demons dancing in your head
and raising Lazarus dreams
from the dead.