Save Me Donnie

It all starts again

In the middle of a dream

What is this life?

What could it mean?

Could we restart this?

Would it be a possible end?

A vicious cycle of convalescene,

We all seem to try and amend.

 

We all die alone,

Under a make believe porch,

None an fall to denial,

We live to pass a torch,

Of disorder and belief,

This future sets a course.

 

I beg you for reminders,

Of how beautiful life can be,

Lonliness is its own curse,

For our blind eyes to see,

The delusions of the Creator’s creations,

That were only meant to fade,

Like the visions of our past,

Approaching like a parade.

 

Save me Donnie,

Your life is but a dream,

Merrily, Merrily, Merrily,

This sint what it seems,

You have touched so many,

The future is your past,

The choice you have made,

Is the best you ever had.