Songs Unsung - lee wen 李文

Songs unsung
Sounds unheard
Words unread
Conversations unresponded
Art undead
Life unlive
Work undone
Love unrequited
Wolves undomesticated
Gongs unstruck
Bread unstoved
Dreams unreal
MIND XXINSPIRED

To be free to be strong to stay from wrong
Wish I could still go on
The way this way this song.
On and on
Go on
Between Anarchy and Tyranny
Is a place called Art,
If you ask me that's where I've parked my heart.
And if I may go on
It's where I sing my songs
I thought for long and grew old there too
I'm getting tired and lonelier as I tend the journeys throngs
The tests never seem to end the truth never seem to bend their haunts
My youthful bluffs I know won't work no more
still they come back to me
Like playful children's testing grandpas' testimonies
I just want to get on for my endgame to rectify
The damn slide of these imperial fields of faulty playing grounds
Tilted by power jacks of kiasu glee
Foxtrot for a fairer game as was planned
so do open ended stands in prompted pairs send them zig zags games of eternal rounds
These trust be given us did they not understood
This land is yours and mine
Tis that for Art the joker stoker
the only one on the spot to give the test of time and truth
for them who wears the rightfully deserved crown!
The King is Dead
Yes Hail Long Live the King!
Long Live the King!!
Long Live the King!!!