OBSOLETE MAN
I’m standing on your street corner
The one we took for the school run
A spectral sheet without a mourner
You pass right through me
Like a bullet from a gun.
I’m lighting up your black mirror
The one with the pictures of old
Breaking the block to hold you nearer
You hide away from me
As the tarot cards foretold
I’m nestling right into your brain
The one blighted by bad dreams
A chance to taste some blissful pain
You deny my existence
But your young have my genes
I’m the obsolete man.
And you will see me
Whether you like it
Or not.
