Better Late Than Never
James Edward Olliges Jr.
Better late than never
I got the four strong winds at my back
My mind is fresh and clean
Does everything have to feel so final?
Funeral pyres and old desires
Burning witches at the stake
No matter what we do or don't
Fresh ash all that remains
You out there turning off and turning on
And crashing thru the glass
Have they been crushing skulls or
Smoking bowls? Sifting thru the ash
Comings on and goings on and
Cultures start to clash
Empires fall to the ground
We are delighted by the crash
Tell me now so I'll know how
To fulfill your every wish
Better late than never