Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A change of pace from the poetry archive

Wandering through my time and season
the time has come to rest
For pondering the rhyme and reason
behind this lifelong quest
For I've looked through the things you do
your measures for success
and if they're true, then why are you
so far from happiness

I only seek the explanation
that hides inside of me
For there I'll find emancipation
find my place to be
So you can have your money, milk and honey
the shade beneath your tree
and you all can share your comfort there
pretending to be free

But mark my word
I'm leaving the herd

Written while waiting for the guitar shop to open its doors  (September 1999)