A distracted world
lay on its back
Tickled by a materialistic god
…and I am empty inside
Hoisting up a fading smile I shop to own the priceless
True wealth rumored to be free
I have been working tirelessly
…Is this what my life is to be?
Decaying for another mans goal
Spending all my time …in the rearview of our front porch
The hours tick by
Like a slow melting ice
…begging for sun
I am frozen in this cubicle
Away from my loves
To give them a life
But what about playing on an impulse?
And rising beyond looming icicles
…That I could die hung over this keyboard Still dreaming of a life with you
Grieving the seconds I never said your name!
I should rise up, and be my own sun! Unthaw a buried intuition Take your hand to sketch my change An invaluable recognition… Dying for joy, and daring to live the stories That make up the glorious lines …in the earths face