POETRY
Camden (Winding Valley)
What a wonderful day
walking down this Camden Way
trees are turning green in January
My soul grows very wary
the closest of kin is furthest from me
dying from sins of mediocrity
the feet i’m wearing are older than me
shoes haven’t seen what I’ve seen
everything is so out of place
go figure I’m on Camden way.
When the leaves start to fall
and everyone says they’ll call
that they want to be around when
the road is covered in brown
Every path I take leads me
straight out of town Like a
Blue moon rising behind a
white wall of clouds, killer
A blue moon rising behind a
white wall of clouds.
Let’s get drunk in our essense baby
so intoxicated by mere presence
the closest of kin is furthest from me
dying from sins of mediocrity
Blue moon rising behind a
white wall of clouds, killer
A blue moon rising behind a
white wall of clouds .
Fall as they may, the leaves will turn green again
Fall as they may, though they seem so brown.
Stay as they may, the leaves will turn brown again
Stay as they may, though they seem so green.
A.G. Balázs
A.G. Balázs is a Director, Producer, Actor, Video and Photographer, Screenwriter, Poet. Songwriter and Musician.