Somebody's Child
Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 9:02 pm
Somebody’s Child
Time carries them off one way or the other, they all go.
Some to make something of their chances, some to dances,
while you make believe, spinning tales of nothing.
Led to water, they sip, unconvinced.
Hearts beat, veins in a stringed instrument,
somebody’s child is dancing in the night.
Soon enough, every child’s a man, and every sigh a woman;
Psyche sees herself for the first time, mystified.
You can look, but you never really touch,
not really.
Time carries them off one way or the other, they all go.
Some to make something of their chances, some to dances,
while you make believe, spinning tales of nothing.
Led to water, they sip, unconvinced.
Hearts beat, veins in a stringed instrument,
somebody’s child is dancing in the night.
Soon enough, every child’s a man, and every sigh a woman;
Psyche sees herself for the first time, mystified.
You can look, but you never really touch,
not really.