“A man doesn’t know what happiness is until he’s married. By then it’s too late.” —Frank Sinatra.

Thoughts on the tied knots

In the hours that tumble the truth it is fumbled
The words are infected and the visions are blurred
The kings fear the princes, their offers are rescinded
They cling to their crowns but they look so absurd.

Time is taking their joy
Ripping up the pages of the facts
Taking everything thats not tied down
Never looking back

On the streets love is fractured its broken then captured
By men who are bitter and women who stare
Their faces tell stories of power and glory
But wisdom lies bleeding and nobody cares

Its a real misdemeanor though nobodies seen her
Since she offered her promise to divulge the facts
He offered to help her protect and to take care
But it all came to nothing she just got backtracked

Time is taking their joy
Ripping up the pages of the facts
Taking everything thats not tied down
Never looking back

He had spoke of her beauty its violence and cruelty
How good came to nothing though nothing was fine
Perfection and shadows making way for tomorrow
The truth is she folded in the nick of time