The shadows move in dreams of thought.
The days of when have now been sought.
The answers came not even taught.
As we lost the war we never fought.
With hearts of tattered shreds in doubt.
The pain and rain insane we shout.
In silent empty depths we tout.
Beliefs we know nothing about.
Somewhere along the way.
Justified undignified had it's say.
The beginning came, ya, what may.
It all ended up decided that day.
And now the clouded glow.
Emulates what we think we know.
Influences the director's show.
As the audience goes with the flow.
Repeat and rinse and repeat and rinse.
But dormant grass has grown ever since.
The meaning in my words I now mince.
As I wait for someone to convince.
Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2017
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