Part IV: The Magic Man

There is a certain sense Of a youth decayed It’s stink falls On every man of a certain age It smells of leather And saddle soap It falls like roses Onto the bullfighter’s floor Don’t demonize the sunshine I know it’s warm And I know it’s bright I’ve spent so long in darkness Even I… Feel like I could use a break Run away to another state I enjoy the cold and I love the rain But I’m locked out and that will never change I thank you for your service And I thank you for your silence Do you feel a rock behind us Is it unflinching and unchanging Every mile of faceless highway Connects the sky To the pavement I see Two deer on the edge of woods And even though I can see them I think they’re still hiding