4 March 2013
The old tinker hobbled along His feet bare, his face long Until a tavern he chanced upon By the name of The Thief & Magician
'Room for one?' He asked the maid Her bosom plenty, her face staid 'All gone' she said 'The barn?' 'None!'
So the hobbling man walked on
To London, where, he chanced upon A pew inside a church inside his mind gone; In a flash of lightening, a thunder clap The world he'd known he could never get back
The future suddenly cruel and black Changed; full of people and cars and cash And dogs and towers and noise and cats Lives everywhere, everywhere wrong!
So the hobbling man walked on
Came to a wood and stopped and stood Looking out to sea And in this sea he saw two things Two things lost, two things found, their destiny
Tied in knots, pulsating rapidly around Inside a little bottle, thrown wildly But purposefully, into the loving arms Of moon and sun (you and me)
So the hobbling man picked up the bottle and walked on, eventually Stopped, decided on a place he could stay, Drank from the bottle, And threw it away.
The Hobbling Man • Opuss № I