The Major Idiosyncracies of a Routine Counter Culture Existence
on a day like today
my thoughts are of tomorrow
and the path that leads the way
so now we're lost
again
but the faeries will agree
that the only way free
is to blaze your own trail
according to the wise men
i can follow the stars
that carry my dreams
ah, but i awake again
to see a sophisticated socialist
smiling smugly since
silent slaves serve him
-we are on track and taking orders
monotone monotonous automatons
single serving self indulged satisfactions,
and the yearning to become better
pumping blood through our veins
picking up our pulse
as the opportunity could arise
with no idea where we are going
holding trunks to tail marching in line
around the circus ring
to end the performance
with no personal pride
-the desire to be wild
is thriving inside
dying to cry out
to know i'm alive
roaming among the pride
as king of the lions
and when i sleep in my bed
my mind entertaining its lucid fantasies
of intrigues with Titania and
carrying a pocket full of stars
walking down a road
that has no footsteps
but my own
Copyright © Ryan Westermann | Year Posted 2016
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