What to do went ramblin’ gamblin train stations I find.. remembered well.. sound.. sense of smell.. some others left behind..
Social smash.. a passion bash.. cannot be put to print.. reason found in living sees it all to save the glint..
Boredom road to wardom from manipulators foul.. folly.. truth in growing food.. the social smile or scowl..
Stars all kinds in games attain fame.. wave.. smile as they stand.. shine you gifted.. hard working.. stay close your humble hand..
Touch as much.. run well.. or handle a crutch when in need.. life support is not blood sport for greedy fools to feed..
Kept dumb down.. a puzzled frown upon a tricked out face.. no love or rage.. a cartoon cage.. they run a useless race..
‘Same the same’ I screamed in shame and blame not near my own.. try in vain.. to lose the pain brought round beggar to throne..
Existential beckons me.. as done in times before.. fate unyielding.. no point fielding games that only score..
I can feel you.. damn your story with no reason save.. old disgrace on young faces cheering to the grave..
Confused before ancient ways.. then to days cartoon.. explore you wanderlust of man.. you cannot change the moon..
Time at hand in every sea and land we stand when young.. your story there is yours alone.. trails clear or fences strung..
Down the trail.. through country woods and veils of memory.. fate will bring your image.. what you sense and see..
Work your play.. commit each day to build and build it well.. fine as nature.. fine and true.. your song.. your silver bell..
‘I realized the value of truth.. the nothing found untrue.. good is good as fine old wood.. carved out the best of you’..
A prayer for the loved departed..