I'm
So-So...
Growing up in a small town
you get used to seeing others...
The effort of terra incognita
Holds us back from making change...
They, took a bite out of my cake,
leaving teeth marks...
You swing that thing with ease each day
All that time in those leafed lands...
Stretching my pills of eternal happiness
to their absolute max...
I write of peace in darkness
making friends with demons...
War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...
I gather kindling of compulsion
shavings of cravings...
Stop your dreaming you have no time to dream.
Discard your fantasies...
Fields of dew speckled greenery lay ahead;
soft, flowing, sweet smelling beds of grass...
Looking out across
these gently rolling hills...