I Cry A Song
I wake at night and laugh at me
I sleep to escape the fatigue and truth
I need all and want nothing
I find it hard to simply be.
We see things not there
We hear too much and feel to little
We worry much and ponder on
We care too much for being fair.
I laugh too little now
I walk too fast on this world
I count my change too often
I ask too much, how?
We need to take life with salt
we need more wink of eye
We are very happy with our self
We dwell too much on fault.
I believe in nothing and in all
I care for all and no one
I smell the flowers and the blood
I ignore the whisper and the call.
We are gods to us
I cry a song for us
We dance too little now
I lost feel for us.
Dangerous Poetry Vol. 1
I just recently started my own blog and was wondering which site already had the name I wanted. So I checked it out and I have to say, I enjoy your writing. This one was my favorite piece. I like the constant theme of dreams.