Trip Up-to-and-Fro
Walkin' on the dark road while the skies above cryI try to keep my mind away from my head
With a laugh I throw away my fears
And all my troubles begin to shred
Then comes a dark globe of spears
...Trouble? Pain? Sorrow? .... How do we define them? ?
Isn't it sometimes good to be lost in the woods?
Away from war, politics, bureaucrats and all other monsters
For they try to rob us of our souls with their infinite falsehoods
But we can't always be winners or losers... or perhaps even choosers?
And then I think to myself
Why the hell are the soldiers killing everywhere?
There's no one who can ever end this despair
Waving my arms in the air I hope someday I can fly away high in the air
...With a madcap laugh I return to reality and continue the nightmare!
Ray Gonsalves
Poetry by Ray Gonsalves
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Written on 2009-04-13 at 19:39
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