http://i.imgsafe.org/473c0debc7.jpeg I was down on my knees looking for something Clawing for inspiration with my hands full of nothing No higher power to call on, what can I do? So Robert Zimmerman, I’m calling on you. Oh my dear Bobby, can you lead me higher Can you deliver me to safety from atop this high wire Can you help plant the seeds in hope they will grow I’m praying to you Dylan but you’ll never know. I’m at the bar drinking whiskey the way that it should be A bottle and a shot glass and drunken old me I stand and I stagger too stubborn to fall But never too stubborn to replay the worst of it all I grab my pen to write some but I’m out of ink Impossible you say but not as much as you think I sit at the computer but the battery’s dead And the power is out my opus is stuck in my head I yell out in anguish hey Dylan where are you You say nothing back as I expected you to I fall to my knees and I start to pray A prayer that Bob Dylan will have something to say. I restlessly sleep and restlessly awakened Dreams of people from yesteryear that I have forsaken They haunt me and taunt me and make me remember I was as cold in August as I am in December Put the coffee on and get on your day I cannot miss frustration if it won’t go away I put on some music and what do you know Bob Dylan is speaking from Desolation Row The people that he mentions, yes I know them they’re quite lame Because I am one of them, just a pawn in his game Yes I know I’m stealing Mr. Zimmerman’s words It might be the only way that I'm ever heard So Bobby Dylan hit me with those eyes Tell me I'm useless, tell I am despised It’s no matter to me I’ll continue to say A prayer to Bob Dylan at the end of my day Oh Bobby Dylan what have I done You’ve given up on my just like everyone Why have you forsaken me I really want to know I didn’t boo you in England those many years ago I never asked you questions that made you shake you head I wasn’t the motorcycle that almost left you dead I wasn’t taking you time I didn’t get in your way I didn’t tell you the music I thought you should play You know that I need you yet you’re not around I need your words but I don’t hear a sound I’m not discouraged well not much anyway To you Robert Zimmerman I’ll continue to pray To you Bob Dylan I’ll continue to pray -- Image from Pixabay I hope you enjoyed this post. Please upvote and follow me if you did!