Mexican War Streets (Revisited) - mewithoutYou

Though by the path I lead

The passing of time and the pouring of tea

Are all I’ve lately seen

Until our temporal bridge be burned

Until our anchor stocks hold firm

Where the hands of clocks don’t turn

O my soul

May our lips remain discreet

While your traps are beneath our feet--

But how long before our tails are caught

By our «free» thought?

Sugar in the cane, candles low

Kettle on the flame for the teapot?

No

Sugar in the cane, candles low

On the Streets of Mexican Wars

I battle with the memory of a first fight

In our contemptible youth

I quoted

White Nights

Thinking that’d get rid of you

And waited with a stone in my hand

But you were right

That nature had another plan

Nature had another plan