quicksand running
through time
out of line
can’t seem to find
reason or rhyme
seasons behind
adding up
32 summers
wait and see
here comes 33
Pacific breeze
shaking leaves
off these
fruit trees
and in the ocean
I still see
freedom
I’m longing for
and happiness
and open doors
ripped off hinges
and now
even my friends
on the fringes
of society
no longer make
the time for me
can’t understand
the world I see
far too busy
to just breathe
always longing
to believe
in something
and someone
it turns to
a re-run
just look at
what we’ve done
through years
and through centuries
from fear
and from pleasantries
let’s break locks
throw away the keys
let no one
control you
no authority
own you
though they may want
to stone you
or toss you
in jail
and tell you
you’ve failed
but no one
has sailed
at your helm
don’t let them
overwhelm you
with lies
you can open
your eyes now
dive in
off the bow
you might sink
or swim
it might get bright
or dim
but even if
you drown
you will have found
the answer
to life’s’ greatest riddle
and violin
or fiddle
will play you
off stage
as you’ve reached
the last page
and realize
that the cage
was always open
though the system
always broken
truer words
have not
been spoken
to you
than you are capable
of speaking
to yourself
there is no book
on any shelf
that can lead you
to happiness
or betray you
with one last kiss
there’s no silver
that can buy
or explorer
that can find
your soul
far too many
grow far too old
never breaking
from the mold
always searching
for more gold
forever doing
what they’re told
it’s time now,
come in
from the cold
the universe
is yours to hold
in the palm
of your hand
from the last
drop of water
to the last
grain of sand
soitgoes1984 