BURNED DOWN JUNQUE

BURNED DOWN JUNQUE

I am not a young man, but I am not an old man
The dreams which I sought during my immortal youth
danced before me during endearing enduring years
suddenly broken as a token taken apart
bringing me eternally back to the start
And so there I was again
just as I was back then
struggling to seek my fate
through an endless mirage of lies and hate
Friendly thieves who I had believed in
stole the seeds of my endless endeavors
making us enemies forever
The crops still grow where the cops don't go
Defaced years erased
within a pace of haste
The bells still ring as the boomerangs sing
swinging back around without fear each year
with unending thirst
You stole my name with blame and shame
-and you are cursed-