A Meaningless Song

I ask a lady of white hair soft
wrinkles
Where can I find him I say

She looks at me kindly
strangely maybe
touches my hair
Walks away

I ask the man sitting
fingers playing his phone
hair shining jet black
he sits there alone

Do you know where I'll find him,
do you know, do you know?
He smiles at me vaguely
gets up heads for home

I don't know where my home is
it has ceased to exist
my existence is circles
the cold street's dark mist
I ask of the young girl
the driver, the tramp
but each flee's away
night moths caught in the lamp

Lighted streets that I haunt in my
mission to seek, but nobody's
talking, no...not one will speak

They say new beginnings start
there at the end but an end can't
be reached if the play is pretend
Now the old moon is tired
all the shadows lie down, there
are pills in my pocket each one
wears a frown

Seems the doctor was right
Though even he didn't know
Where do the people
the dead people go...

Said he knew of a cure
how to make right the wrong
Or at least block the path
of the circles we roam

Said, take two at bedtime 
when questions are strong cos
They're now't but wrong notes
in a meaningless song

M ~