I CAN NOT LIVE IN THIS WORLD
I came to the forest
With my toolbox in hand
Wanting to whittle words
Where wanders could understand
...I can not live in this world
I see the Willow, standing
Strong and bold in the ground
I need no one's help
In capturing silent sounds
...but, this...I can not live in THIS world
The wind whistles
I feel the fragrant breeze
Sitting still, just to feel
Brings me unease
...nope...can NOT live here, in this world
I need meaning
I need good of white and evil of black
But I can see it's too late
We can never go back
...to the world, where I used to live
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-13-2024
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2024
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