29 September 2012
I used to be a stronger man, With a power in my looks, A fine pressed shirt, dark smooth hair, An uncut smoothness, with a drive and flair.
My ambition knew no limits, My passion never down, I'm going to take me to places, I'm too big for one big town.
I was the champion of memories, I took one photo in my head, Nothing ever got passed me, Nothing was left unsaid.
My body was my temple, Where I came daily to pray, The walls were straight and even, No crumbling or decay.
The clock ticks but I don't hear it, And suddenly here I am, Still strong and ever willing, But I really miss that man.
I'm fine but I see it coming, I can feel it slip away, My mind still has that longing, But it's fading by the day.
I still keep my foot down, I have to pay the rent, The electricity turns and the gas burns, There is no other way.
I've paid my dues , so can't I choose, To skip the 12 hours a day? I'm a hard working man, I've done all that I can, My family has grown, but all that I've known, Is a strength to survive.
I'll keep on moving, As my carriage gets weak, I'll keep on learning, As my recollection fades, I'm still the man I was, Still strong and still fighting, But I know what's coming, And I'm scared.
I try not to see the signs, But I can feel them coming, I'm a good man, But I'm fighting, I'm not running, I'm fighting, I'm not running, I'm always fighting, I'm not running.
Portraits Of Cuba #1 - Ernesto • Opuss № I