White Canvas # 2

Empty paintings on the walls

They don’t seem to realise

And overcast is the forecast for this year

Faces blank and full of wonders why

A mask of innocence of years

As they don't seem to realise

 

They walked the cobbled stones under the above

Past circled angels and crow’s feet eyes

Aging all day, but the reasons go on

Beneath the clouds that pass and sigh

Past circled angels and crow's feet eyes

 

It’s all over now 

No need to worry

It’s never been better

Never been more tiring

And no time to wash your face

Even though it’s dirty

 in the edges of the corners 

of your eyes

 

You know you'll never walk alone, my dear

 

There's always someone there to catch you

When you falter...