The Fallow Fellow - Cullah

You’re rest assured that I have heard

In smokey skies and infant cries

All of my lies fly high in pride

Fortune and fortune

And gold and gold

I’m told I’ll get my fortune and gold

But I feel cold and left alone

To sit idly by my graveyard stone

All my thoughts

Turn into oughts

Could of beens

Should of beens

Whether I’m free or not

All my sadness

Banished, it’s madness!

It’s vanished and never coming back

My face to the floor

Heart racing no more

These lungs I adore

Have rot to the core

In my last weakened swallow

My heart becomes hallowed

As the lands in my mind become fallow

All the dark and dreary nights

I stand alone in terror and fright

Crying out my pain and fear

Into the silence I hold dear

The breeze, the breath of God — is still

And kills my cold and frozen shrill

Soft yet broken my body free falls

Though shattered glass and haunting halls

All my thoughts

Turn into oughts

Could of beens

Should of beens

Whether I’m free or not

All my sadness

Banished, it’s madness!

It’s vanished and never coming back

My face to the floor

Heart racing no more

These lungs I adore

Have rot to the core

In my last weakened swallow

My heart becomes hallowed

As the lands in my mind become fallow

Soon the end will come to pass

The future and present give way to past

You’ll leave this cold and fragile world

To dance upon the starlit whirl of

Truth becomes irrational

And love becomes love actual

You try to react in time for action

But the fever has grown and killed your sorry soul