Life

I cannot stop to smell the roses
I see them, in the distance
Any more I keep my eyes cast down
I watch as my feet plod on the worn path below
The yoke feels heavy across my back

Dull pain is a all I feel
So much and so often I am numb

I cannot stop to smell the roses
My day’s work is almost done
I breathe deep and keep my eyes cast down
I feel the weight of the day yoke as it leaves
Replaced by stinging pain

For a few moments I am free
So brief and so fleeting I remain still

I cannot stop to smell the roses
The evening piles on the chores that day forgot
My eyes see only yards of cloth and carpet and floor
I dream at night of far away and the beauty I might see
And as I dream the fragrance of roses surrounds me.

Wishes

I think that I shall close my eyes and dream of far away,

of mountain tops

and rivers of stars in galaxies far away,

I shall close my eyes and think of you and dream of far away.

As I dream of this distant place where ancient gods like to play

I shall hide among the thorny bushes

in shadows

among the things you cannot see

I shall close my eyes and wish things different tho they will never be.

In this dream of far away there is a chance that I might wake

inside the myth

breaking the dream and bringing it to light

And I find you standing there before me in this place so far away

your hand outstretched

And you say to me, It’s about bloody fucking time you joined me.