October and the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear
What do I care?
October and kingdoms rise
And kingdoms fall
But you go on
And on
For rulers like to lay down laws,
And rebels like to break them,
And the poor priests like to walk in chains,
And God likes to forsake them.
I met a man whose name was Time,
And he said, "I must be going, "
But just how long ago that was,
I have no way of knowing.
Sometimes I want to murder time,
Sometimes when my heart's aching,
But mostly I just stroll along,
The path that he is taking.
