Another Thing Coming

Through the window I could see 

a glimmering gaze waiting for me - 

A choice, in the noise: 

Light from afar or delight at the bar. 

One more day mind glazed; 

One more day in the shade; 

One more day of empty glasses; 

One more day for second chances - 

Fear stained memories in a cage, 

forgotten feelings in a haze, 

cold and shrill and numbing: 

Another thing coming… 

So time for home, time for bed, 

too many words have been said; 

Cold relief, short and brief, 

turning tables, writing labels, 

making time to switch (which is which?) 

One more day mind glazed; 

One more day in the shade; 

One more day of empty glasses; 

One more day for second chances - 

Fear stained memories in a cage, 

forgotten feelings in a haze, 

cold and shrill and numbing: 

Another thing coming… 

Now you’ve set me up 

in the middle of some good luck, 

with the myth: 

The iron gate of an altered state - 

Myself withheld from all my sins, 

falling down on the sharpened ground. 

The night-time cure, the magic mixture, the mystery - 

Your special power shimmers in a night-shine, 

a potion of lost emotion reflecting 

a fantasy in my head. 

One more day mind glazed; 

One more day in the shade; 

One more day of empty glasses; 

One more day for second chances - 

Fear stained memories in a cage, 

forgotten feelings in a haze, 

cold and shrill and numbing: 

Another thing coming…