i rested so long
woke up in my room
saw my shadow
and seen I’d turned into bones
time moved on
as it often does without me
slipped through my fingers
found this no longer was my home
echoes of ghosts
glimpsed in the mirror
looking at yourself
through haunted eyes
chains been done rattling
dem bones dem bones gonna walk around
connected to the heart
but all that’s left are empty sighs
Rip Van Winkle
off in the woods to take a tinkle
after playing nine pins
and drinking with the dwarves
I’m naught but an old man
twenty years grows a long white beard
friends and family all passed on
which is something I’ve long feared