The clock is ticking
time is running out...
How can one write a poem
About complete confusion...
The golden Oak casts its shadow
Upon the grass, I spy it...
Every where I look, yellow wall is there
Trapped in a house with walls so bare...
Every dark night meets the dawn
Are the knights of dark ages gone...
I have no words
for how i feel right now...
You know I will never forget
I may never forget all the pass...
Staring quietly
At the stars in the sky...
I've gone from standing trying to sit
To sitting trying to stand...
Once again I put pen to page
Spill my guts on a wood pulp stage...
After many years of dull routine,
Of blending into the growing crowd...
Some days are good,
and others are bad...