Patching an old pair of jeans...
just how many times
have i replayed this scene?
There is a calm that descends,
like the needle and the thread
as it rises and falls
in the rhythm
somehow known to us all
it's like i've answered a call
to banked memories;
of hunting on the run,
of traveling with the sun
in Long Ago now remembered
when you could trust
just about anyone
and those you couldn't
you could spot from a mile away
Not like today when we make ourselves illusions
decide our own reality
because we feel lost in the confusion
of money men and big top dreamers,
just plain thieves and the consummate schemers
geo-political machinations and ivory towers
all at the press of a button...
as you mutter to yourself,
under your breath,
"wow, so much i don't know..."
instead of
"gee, so much i still have to learn..."
03-05-10
just how many times
have i replayed this scene?
There is a calm that descends,
like the needle and the thread
as it rises and falls
in the rhythm
somehow known to us all
it's like i've answered a call
to banked memories;
of hunting on the run,
of traveling with the sun
in Long Ago now remembered
when you could trust
just about anyone
and those you couldn't
you could spot from a mile away
Not like today when we make ourselves illusions
decide our own reality
because we feel lost in the confusion
of money men and big top dreamers,
just plain thieves and the consummate schemers
geo-political machinations and ivory towers
all at the press of a button...
as you mutter to yourself,
under your breath,
"wow, so much i don't know..."
instead of
"gee, so much i still have to learn..."
03-05-10
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