Find it Ireland

[Timberwolf07]

Walking After Midnight,-

Finding myself walking down that forgotten road again,-
Making my way down that old highway 61 under a full moon?s light,
Moving at my own chosen speed down it in those hours after midnight,
And feeling like I?m made of stone with ice water in my veins,
As I glide through the night with nothing out here making a sound,
With the shadows playing tricks on my sight and doing my best to deny them being real.
For excepting that full moon?s light, it?s dark like that courtyard in the north,-
Being full of darkness and being the place that the jester calls his own,
Knowing too that the time will tell who has fallen in this Vale of Tears we call life,
Having chosen to go my own way as I walk down this old forgotten highway 61,
And letting everything or as much as my mind will let pass right on by,
As I make my way hoping that I?ll be going last.

Having heard those stories that they told and knowing they believed them to be true,-
As I waited until I was half sick from them before making my decision to finally leave,
With too much confusion and with very little relief to be found,
Knowing that many here feel that life is nothing more than a joke,
So I?ll make my way on down the line again to those ghostly looking peaks in the distance.
Walking along towards my goal and that one sure thing I got left,-
As I pass by that crumbling, forgotten fortress with the two ghostly watchtowers,
Seeing them in the full moon?s light and hearing the sounds of those history has forgotten there,
And wishing all those I had dealt with had held their judgments to themselves about the time I left,
Knowing I have nothing to be afraid of as I stayed free of their petty jealousies,
Avoiding being lured deep into their spider webs full of lies.

Seeing my goal coming into sight under this full moon?s light,-
Being bright now like light that?s reflected off of a silver spoon,
But, it doesn?t seem to be shining down on me out here on old highway 61,
As I feel like I?m walking down this forgotten road in shame like I was the one blamed,
And knowing too that I?m living by no man?s code, but my own made up from ancient laws,
Knowing that those will hopefully keep me from my fatal doom.
Not having to hear from or worry anymore about ?those self proclaimed saints?, judging me,-
After having taken that vow to; drink when dry, eat when hungry and to live upon the square,
As I pick up my pace and hearing my bootheels marking off the distance with each step taken,
Moving at an infantryman?s pace with my carryall on my shoulder,
Looking as though I may be bowed in defeat, but I?m marking off both the time and distance,
For I know that there are many miles to go till I reach that one thing that?s waiting there,
Or to finally lay myself down to rest and to sleep.

Following this road knowing that like most it has a beginning and an end,-
Having it?s bends as I follow every twist, turn, and serpentine curve of it,
Knowing too that the daily world is one of strange notions and having no form,
With most being void as most try to comfort themselves by re-arranging the facts,
In these revision filled times, like those who beat and laughed at me lying on the ground,
Yet still having the nerve to still call themselves friends.
So I?ll continue on and bid them all a fare thee well,-
For my boots are pointed away and now are quick and I'll not give a damn.

Copyright March 2005: Timberwolf International LTD.