Bohemian Rhapsody
He's been
missing for the last fifty years.
Either an idiot, or a genius, he
wondered.
No, he's too smart for that.
Too smart to be
followed.
Now, living with squatters and drifters.
No
government, no nationality, no taxes and no cops.
Perfect
freedom,
And the perfect hiding place.
Remember, this could be
a trap: a continuation of the game.
What is the world going to, he
wonders.
Though you may be alive, death is only a few steps
away.
Every move you make could be a terrible mistake
As you
travel through the labyrinth;
Is there air?
Roses grow from the
sky, animals slowly float by.
Rooms full of sleeping men and
pigeons.
Peace to the whole galaxy, as the door is blown
off its hinges.
But, Old man, could you be a bit quieter
please?
He can't remember yesterday, let alone fifty years
ago.
Luck for him, he's not here.
There's just an
old man who loves to play chess.
This place is a psychedelic
rhapsody for someone just like you.
We'll step away from the
main stream,
Becoming vagabonds and common dropouts
Whatever
happens, happens.
Don't you want to hang out and waste
your life with us?
It's all gone. The music stops. Fifty
years is a long time.
Checkmate, I win. And the old man
closes his eyes.
