Caught In the Vortex

Caught In The Vortex A vortex of sin and derision tries to capture me in morning Set in motion by agents, others, not of my frame of mind Swirling in the evil of their world There are homes to be built, science and other matters To occupy my time and to attend to for the future I refuse to be drawn in to this confusion There are butterflies and birds with wings to study Rising with the soft hills to feel first light The shouting and the screaming breaks the day in two Diverting instantly my focus on the kinder view People want me to take a side, any side will do They swear that their side holds the truth There are streams with cool clear water drifting from this site Easy on the mind with curvatures of blue and gray swaying Tiny rippling waves at play My tormentors scream cruel words at me Force me to fight with a vengeance they engineered For now I concentrate on fields of flowing flowers A vortex of sin with sinister intent Will catch up with me and capture me by morning Where agents put me in a cage for not engaging in their battles They starve me in the dark. They call me friend.