When I was a child, I read as a child,
Imagined the world from a different place.
I thought about people, events that were wild,
But not quite so much about time, about space.
I loved to read books by Edgar Rice Burroughs,
But never considered his view about race.
See, Greystoke, as Tarzan, ruled my brain furrows;
I had no real context for things black and white.
But as I grew older, my views of him narrowed,
For much of the stories just didn’t seem right.
They say what we read has an impact; it shapes us.
I guess I see that in a different light.
Big issues like race are not brought into focus;
A kid reads for content, excitement, and pace.
With age, some reflection can highlight the locus,
Identify faults through a careful retrace.
A fall from sublime to primordial slime,
Where Tarzan once stood, now there’s just empty space;
For that sort of story, I haven't the time.
You're yelling but they'll never hear
Are they intentionally covering their ears?
My so called friends don’t want to listen to my troubles, wants and needs
They only listen to you when they want some money and favorable deeds
Have you ever felt alone in a crowd of people? Hmm how strange….
When I blink my eyes and everything changes
Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?
Hello? Is anyone there to find me?
It's like I'm moving in slow motion
Like waves in a calm ocean
What does it mean to exist?
How bizarre is this
The only way that I can see
Is by touching the world around me
Everything about life is worth seeing
To have faith is that you have to keep believing
If life leads me in any direction; it is a quest to understand
We don’t know our fate; but what is your life’s plan?
You cannot see me because you choose not to
To you, I am no one and you know it is true
I’ve come to see that people just survive, and try to love to stay alive
“They say that none of us exists, except in the imagination of his fellows, other than as an intangible, invisible mentality.”
? Edgar Rice Burroughs
with red eyes blazing
they race through fog on hot sands
in a dying land . . .
Barsoom’s white apes transplanted
to an earth where hell broke loose.
Note: Barsoom is a fictional representation of the planet Mars created by American pulp fiction author Edgar Rice Burroughs.
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