The Ol' Horses are Retiring....

Time flown over our breed;
Making way while going through backdoor, for working class heroes and greed;
A world lived based on a shaky mind;
And a brain working in bright day light to pull up blind;
Time has ceased for us.
The old horses are retiring.           ||

A stage too precious to lose;
A path defined by its waywardness;
An arrow held by a force bearable;
And a mirror not showing our true image, to ourselves.
All of them, wiped us out.
The old horses are retiring.           ||

The four pillars now seem restless;
The creatures of plastic and its two wings have lost their sheen;
Now all seems gone and yet all feels clean.
We have lost interest in the race.
The old horses are retiring.           ||

We progressed too early, to set too soon;
The shining armour fading its shine;
We shone like suns, when no-one dared to cross their mind;
All the while loving it and rising their hatred for us, the open blind.
We won't do gigs nomore.
The old horses are retiring.           ||

Guard of honour, giving away to change;
A treasure of tunes, writings and pictures stored & locked away.
To a place where on one can gain by robbing;
Rather will walk the same grounds, we once ran across while flying.
The flights have ceased.
The old horses are retiring.           ||

Reuniting with chariots of life we have hated;
Letting them win our places over.
A new tune shall appear,
A new verse will be sung,
A new picture can created & directed;
By them and us.
We never desired yet the impending demise is nearer.
Let's celebrate the birth of an infant with that demise.
The old horses are retiring.           ||

                 - madman