Thursday, April 25, 2013

Mind Games.


    Mind Games.



Erratic at best,
Folly flows into despair.
And all the while,
My mind is gone,
Somewhere.
Looking for love,
What sounds come here?
To the valley of damnation,
In a time of plenty.
Trip to the top,
Where bluebells fill my eyes,
Someone on the level,
Bringing answers to my why's.
Loud as any concert hall
Crumbled under dust,
Gone the power to belong,
This is gonna bust.