Comes a time that’s filled with dread, rising from my slumbering bed, cast out in a world of buying, my soul’s on fire and I’m wondering why and – first came a basic motorcar – to go real close, to travel far, and then it changed into a symbol, a calling card, a golden thimble – to sew our way out in the world, to show what’s sown and get the girl… I lay awake throughout the night, I shrug off existential fright, I would prefer that I’m not dying, of that fact there’s certainly no denying.
Tag: Poems 2013
Keenly gazing, stars a blazing, into the deep we go. Fraught with peril, while we wonder why it’s an endless show. Our brief encounter with our soul’s light, could brighten the path we tread. Yet as we live, we act as if dead and change is what we dread. Life is squandered, when we stagnate, and turn from the appointed cause. We shuffle and stop, and are ready to drop, when we focus on the internal source. We’d like to shift blame, it is the same game, the thing that we frequently do. To shirk from accepting the responsibility, for refusing our own ability, to impel our own daring do.