Asking for the World
Life can be pretty unjust,
Let’s admit, for the truest love
Shouldn’t have such a steep cost
Not all my actions are easy to defend.
But is it fair, all I’ve lost
And all I had to spend?
I can pretend to be the man
Happy and content with his given lot,
Who buries his sorrows in a can
In a fetid backyard plot
So everyone knows he’s a good man
Who owns the things he has bought.
But once you’ve tasted true love
All wine is spoiled with the brine
Of your own self-shed blood.
This seems to be the end of the line,
Where you raise a glass to olive eyes,
Make a toast to everything being fine.
I never asked for the world
Just her eyes, just her touch.
Love needn’t be free
But ought not cost so much.