THE GOAL


I cant leave my house
or answer the phone.
Im going down again
but feeling no pain.

And thats the great change
and mercy to boot ---
the enemys dead
and I dont have to shoot.

But as for the fall:
it was writ long ago
and I cant stop it now ---
Im rain and Im snow.

And I settle at last
on the ground of my soul
in shapes of the past
and shapes that unfold.

I sit in my chair
and I look at the street --
the enemys gone
and his absence is sweet!

I move with the leaves
I shine with the chrome
Im almost alive
Im almost at home.

But please do not follow
Ive nothing to teach:
except that the goal
falls short of the reach.

March 29, 1998





Copyright © 1998 by Leonard Cohen.
Reprinted with permission. Any other use forbidden.




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