Tide
History is full of lost dreams
Life is not and never will be what it has been
Strive and strain, sacrifice and smile through welling eyes
You are nothing until you've gone that extra-mile?
Look at it as you see fit
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
Sometimes we really try to work out why?
Think too hard and you'll see the real flow of life
Powerless as a drop of water on a strong tide
Take control and they'll wonder why?
Sheep yourself and stay in line?
Stand alone and alone your stand will be
Alter the programming of the systems and bureaucracy?
Are we looking into the dark through eyes that can't see?
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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