We all want
To find something
We like
As we travel
On our merry way .
Disneyland rides
In the back
Of the park
We wonder
If we should stay .
To appreciate
The undertaker
You have to run away.
Unappreciated
Jobs that scar
The sanity
Of the sane.
Involved
To evolved
The moon hasnt changed in all of its days
Not really
It's just
What you see
With your eyes
That changes.
So .... what to do
As we stumble
Through life
Wanting to ride
All the way
Walking a trail
Well worn
Or fighting
Through wildnerness
Thorns
We seek.
Will we find ?
What we need
To survive ?
What do U think ?
Do they make it
Easy for you ?
Or do they make you
Love to hate ?
As we go on
We know there is
Knowledge.
What will we do
With it ?
They say we live
In the greatest
Country on earth
But sometimes
I think
We live
In Mushroomland
In a mushroom world
With the mushroom man
Telling US
What to do
To Stella
Seeing what the poets see.
I wish it was that easy.
Every poet is another poet
And whether by choice or by
The manipulators that control
Mushroomland
They are fed
Their own special brand
Of bullshit.
Trueness says if this is true
Good Luck---- with the non-poets.
KS
Maybe we should just eat the
Maybe we should just eat the mushroom man...
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You better clean him
Up first
KS
Nice one! Covers just about
Nice one! Covers just about everything! Great lay out too! Cheers
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanx for the kind
Words
KS