It was hard to stay silent
Gilded coins piled on the table
Like worthless moments of care.
Dreams got caught in your goldenes haar
And dreams of someone else’s
Dream trapped in your lair.
It was hard to see you leave
With this smile on your face
Yes, I heard what you said.
Life was arduous enough is what
You told friends and foes. And I
Cannot confess no more.
Some of our sins are beer
And some are wine
And some are spirits
But where I can stand, I can stay ;
I will be where you’ll be neither
Here nor there.
Image credit : The Art Mag
Frédéric Benqué 