Ode To A Broken Truck
Here I sit
Facing yet another day
Dreams of comfort
Escape my captivated eye.
I can see in my minds eye
Wistful bliss,
For a fleeting moment,
And then,
A roadblock,
A hurdle,
A storm blowing through
Grabs me
And back to my ever vigilant
Exhausting reality
Cooks my Christmas goose
And here I sit.
Here I sit
Pondering the future.
Once more
A familiar friend,
An untamed heart,
My tormented soul,
Has captured my dreams
And placed them
On a stoop,
At the top of the stair,
Behind a glass door,
Just beyond reach,
But in captivating view.
Unable
To find the key,
Here I sit.
Here I sit
Lifting the veil
To a hidden agenda
Finding the map
To the top of the stairs
Has become my lifes
Passion
That which marks my existance,
Feathers my bed,
Brings light to the visions
Dancing among the cinders,
Warming my heart,
So here I sit.
Here I sit
Pondering,
What is it
Keeping my fire
Warming the heart
Pumping life through
My earthly body
And driving my soul.
Why is it
Here I sit?
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