I've tried to live my life
with style and panache
no matter how hard I try
I just can't get enough
strolling through the city
I see all the girls so pretty
percolating scintillating
this old man is looking for a spark
sits on a bench in
the grand city park
life flashes before me
and I want to see
all the moments when
the art of being
has set me free from the
shackles of animosity
If you look around you might see
me arising from dependency
clutching a stone
that breeds velocity
whirling and writhing
in the moment
crying out loud
setting sail for a place
that lies beyond eternity
disappointed of fraternity
oaths once made
now they fade
illusion is punctured
and only the truth remains

the apache kid