Going Out to Play In the World
(an autistic journey...
I know I'm not the most talkative
Poet on this site...
We are living in a time
sociopaths are dangeriously growing...
So you took your countries shilling,
You stood and declared your oath...
Dozens of brushes stashed in jars
their bristles almost hard...
I scrub and scrub
but still the blood pours down...
I'm in this London place
You can vanish without a trace...
Rain drops are tears
Overflowing with messages...
44 tones of you truck and load
Plowing on down that tarmac road...
Life is an endless river,
A vision of our soul...
We all dealt with disappointment
shattered dreams and broken promises...
As we are facing the forth semester of the year
I am slowly wrapping up my last nine months...