It’s not me who laughs
When the wind topples your hat
In the last gust of spring
Below the bridge of dreams
It’s not me who sings
When I see your shining ring
In the final rays of dusk
As I hear the ticking clock
It’s not me who lies
When they ask if she looks so nice
In a shimmering wedding gown
Before the sergeant clown
It’s not me who stands
When they see me aiming grand
At the bridegroom and the bride
In my theatre of suicide
Musings 