Crybaby

Crybaby… Painful and tired crawling in mud; Weeping and seeking heavenly bud. Nothing is near, cannot see far. Colors are dying, dying in tar. Where am I going? Into a hole Losing my body, losing my soul! Nothing is certain except the light; Sunrise and sunset full of delight. What else is here? Except the pain! Is this a prison with no wall and chain? How can I escape? Going away; into the rainbow, bashful and gay. Don’t cry baby, don’t cry baby Crying won’t do it. Dying maybe…. Haloo 2/2015