Pour me a glass, David. Slightly stirred, squeeze a lime.
Rest it on the stool and sit down,
imagine theres no such thing as Time.
Ease up, let it go. Theres nothing, I said
nothing we can do. For its true,
you know it too, last night they killed him
today were through.
I close my eyes, son, imagine that
There were days my lids were softer, yet
today I see no need for sleep, and there they are -
as soft as silk. Shes there, son, yes,
I see her now. All these years we struggled, how
fast things move once you realize
theres no need to analyze
Relax, dear boy, here take this glass.
Youre old enough, forget the past!
In few seconds we will breathe at last;
in time well meet again, at rest.