Tingles and Smiles and Hot, Wet Lips
Put me on fast forward,
Let me watch my life fly past.
Put me on fast forward,
For there’s naught I’d wish to last.
As I walk down sunlit streets,
I’ll spare no time to wander.
Past lights, colours, people as fast as I can,
I’ll seek no second to ponder.
For colours are tricks and people are false,
And light can’t reach my soul.
And if I rush past and pay them no heed,
I need never suffer a fall.
When I rest my head at night,
Under love’s warm breath will dream.
I’ll bid my dreams they hurry by,
That I might find reprieve.
For I’d rather not envision
A land of love and light,
When knowing just beyond it,
Lies only dark, cold night.
And when he leaves, I’ll fill the space,
Waste no time forlorn.
I’ll drink and dance and work some more,
And seek no second to mourn.
For tingles and smiles and hot, wet lips,
Were surely never there.
Why lend time to false mem’ry?
I’ll make sure I’ve none to spare.
So just before I turn to dust,
In final, dreamless sleep,
I surely will be glad,
To have arrived at such great speed
Surely no regret will touch me,
For having skipped my life.
To have sped past pain and worry,
Rushed through all manner of strife.
So put me on fast forward,
For I shan’t miss a thing.
Living life is overrated…
And to denial and ignorance,
May I ever remain,
Faithful Lord and King
Rex Inkpen
brusque satire indeed.
And if I rush past and pay them no heed,
I need never suffer a fall….
does seem to some up many of our fellow travellers.
Rebekah Anderson replied
Really appreciate that you took the time to read, and understood what I was trying to portray. Thanks for the great comment :-)