Tuesday, January 08, 2013

The Clash.


The Clash.



In a tipsy topsy world,
All things are upside down again.
You and I become,
Caught up in the whirlwind.
An image I saw here,
Reminded me of an earlier day.
I had not understood at all,
And you had challenged the truth.

As I saw it then,
To be a vortex of emotion.
Driven by the fear only,
Not of realities of truth understood.
And now we fight,
A clash of simple minds unleashed.
It amuses me still more,
That I am the one walking out the door....