The game is up

I did cross the sea of sorrow

and I will again tomorrow

life is full of strange goodbyes

now you love and then you die

I am no stranger to deep sadness

and I have flirted with madness

life is full of weird hello’s

then you come and then you go

   This is no spring

   this is no splendour

   still I can sing

   with utmost candour

   of how hearts beat

   in their sweet heat

   until they stop

   the game is up

When you cross the sea of sorrow

you stop thinking ‘bout tomorrow

about hello about goodbye

the only word that’s left is ‘why ?’

I am familiar with badness

and I am no good at gladness

life is full of traps and trials

I want my poison in a vial

       Refr.

                 And this is how the world does work

                 we talk and talk and shape

                 the way we feel the urge

                 to grasp the logic of our days

                 all our longing and our hope

                 all our trying just to cope

                 if we cannot drain that cup

                 well then the game is up

25/4/12