His book was nearly finished
The majority was said
He only had to mention
How they found a hero dead
Matthew drew a cigarette
For all was nearly done
And whispered, think I'll sit here
Till the inspiration comes He drifted maybe fifty years
Through dreams of rolling skies And this final page of writings
Hit him right between the eyes
It's the beginning of the ending
Soon all be complete Matthew smiled
contentedly And strolled on down the street
He straightened up the bedclothes He fell upon his bed
The paperback finale Reassembling in his head
The curtains closed the outside world From Matthew's final scene
Never brought the light onto His technicolour dream
A thousand written pages Worthless if not read
If the end is never started And the last words never said
Matthew couldn't hurry things That was Matthew's way
How he felt we'll never know The chapter didn't say
Matthew, man of many words Nobody even knows
You had so much to tell us So sigh,
you had to go