Beethovens Number 5
Trapped inside my automobile, bemused
by the sound of sirens, blaring horns and tires turning
faster than dreams disappear -
like wild geese flying towards the speed of light
losing myself in the reverie
of classical music
to my delight…
Reality
no longer has her hooks in me as she
once did not long ago, when
I was still a younger lad who had all one
could possibly ask for and then some except
truth staring me straight in the eyes
as time flew by and I continued refusing to realize that
the sights and sounds of life disguise
what’s underneath the surface and the sands, lie
more loveliness and beauty than we
can ever understand.
While turning up the radio
to Beethoven’s Number 5
the bustling traffic that entraps me
makes me grateful
I’m alive.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2014
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