Finish
To drop one bellow,
to saunter in a blow,
one that the head will know,
and the body can grow-
to drop one into the casam of death,
that I am unwelcome in,
even if I am depressed,
to drop one into the great mechanism of time,
to meet a friend and go dine-
to steal the lakes effect snow,
to be a beast of the know-
yet still fall back and wonder,
is everything perfect or am I a blunder?
Does fame have a name,
or just a walkway?
Do people all game?
Or am I a sign in a maze?
I wished for the best daze,
but got a claim and a stake for this blame-
I came to know the wishful thinking's annoyance,
yet knew an adults prophylactic avoidance,
I even wandered far in,
where no man can sin...
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2017
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