Calm thoughts bore me
Easy living tears me away
From that life – long pulse
Shouting through my being
Frightened routine scares me
Off and pushes me away
Fast forward into the arms of an
Unknown future
Where everything new is gold
And promised glimmer
Broad daylight makes everything
Seem plain and regular and bleak
But in the twilight zone
my Dust can shimmer.
It's odd how being out of sync with the present thrusts us into a relentless search for those fabled green pastures...
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