You might look at me and see
Someone who is fast asleep
One that is in desperate need
A strong amen indeed

Then there are the other days
You will find me wide awake
All of it for heaven's sake
Oh Lord, this I pray

I'd rather have a steady flow
In my upward steady growth
All of it for this I know
God is always in control

No matter what my day is like
Walking straight the razor line
Or on a roller coaster ride
I give it all to Jesus Christ

Who knows me well and still loves me
Gave his life to set me free
The rest my friend is history
A strong amen indeed

As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of

With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff

As sweet as honeydew melon
Got my feet to a geling
Made me feel like I did in my youth

Sat with a dumb gaze for a while
Then got the biggest of smiles
When it came to me what I should do

So I went with my plan
And opened a stand
Right there on the mountain side

When word in the forest got out
I never had any doubt
That all of the critters would be stoping by

You should have seen them all  guzzle
As the squirrels ordered doubles
Then proceeded to tell wild nutty lies

It was quite the fiasco
When they brought out the cowboy hats and  lasso's
As the party went well into the night

They paid in nuts and berries
Which was fine by me
With them I made different flavors of shine

In flavors I made 32
So I wouldn't get sued
By Baskin-Robbins who has 31 at this time

From all the flavors I made
Boysenberry was the fav
The raccoons made up a dance called the boysenberry crawl

Which was a big hit
At the discotheque
The beavers built in the early fall

We made a deal
I would sell them my swill
For a little piece of the pie

We were all getting rich
I have to admit
It's quite the relationship, the beavers and I

Of course the beavers got greedy
You know how beavers are needy
Couldn't leave well enough alone

Figured they had the right
Who's going to pay for these lights
That make this the best disco in town

They started charging a cover
Which didn't go over
As well as they would have liked

Plus they doubled the price of the *****
Which left little food
On the woodland creatures tables at night

Things went from bad to worse
When they started to curse
Me, "The Man" for the troubles they had

I barely made it out alive
By the skin of my hide
When I packed and hit the road mighty fast

Things had been going so well
Before it all went to hell
And me and my still were forced to leave

Now still to this day
You know why I always say
That famous line, passed down in time
"Leave it to Beav"

pockets stuffed with poetry
bursting at the seams
hole inside of this young heart
and both my blue jeans' knees
from all the times i've knelt
when felt i had to beg
that's how every rhyming line
in every pocket poem is read

with this brand of jeans
the pockets run real deep
hoping for the chance
to have a chance meeting
where i can pull a random poem
as both heart and pen tend to bleed
out from every rhyming line
of pocket poem that i read

some have got
others not
neither happy
with their lot
in life
where few are satisfied

some have more
more or less
wish they had
what others have
in life
where few are satisfied

guaranteed
foolishly
jealously
plants a seed
in life
where few are satisfied

some are born
rich after all
others have
to always crawl
in life
where few are satisfied

i have mine
you have yours
on the hunt
for something more
in life
where few are satisfied

In this, today's world
The one which we live
We're all haunted by the saying
Get used to it

Many pray for change
In hopes we find peace
Only to be slapped in the face
With today's reality

Wondering at
What we could have missed
Losing out on the fact
Of live and let live

Until we learn to get along
Me and you, you and me
All our best does and don'ts
Stack up to a hill of beans

Instead of placing blame
On those in the crowd
Insert your own name
To turn it around

Face front the mirror
Before it's too late
To clearly see what needs to be seen
That we ourselves are to blame

And perhaps give a shot
At what is called the Golden rule
Do unto others
As you'd have them do to you

Perhaps then my friend
We could all get along
In the world which we live
Harmony strong...

There are days you may wonder just where you are at
And others, sorry for where you've been
Please listen my friend and don't miss this fact
That yes, you can begin again

Just when things seem to turn hopeless
Either at fault or none of your own
The measure you use may seem countless
But rest assured, you can always count on the Lord

It's hard to see your need when drowning
To reach out for Gods helping hand
As toil and trouble keep mounting
Remember that yes, you can begin again

Never call quits on the hit or miss
Whether you're up or down
Everything in life is well worth the risk
And most of all, don't toss in the towel

Next to nothing is still something
According to God's well laid plan
And through his mercy, grace and loving
You can begin again

How many times now
Have I lost count
On the many that make me wonder

Who do they think
Died and made them king
Thinking that they walk on water

As narcissists go
There's an overflow
Self-centered in this generation

A desperate need
To be top of the heap
Power, prestige in the making

Searching for clicks
In hopes they like it
And that no one steals their thunder

While hiding the truth
Through the filters they use
Thinking that they walk on water

It's hard to save
Giving your soul away
With no direction to your moral compass

Such is the loss
At too high a cost
Narcissists walking amongst us

Thinking that they walk on water...

I used to wind this old-time clock
That seldom ticked and never tocked
So, half the time I had was lost
Somewhere far off in time

Not sure when it all went wrong
And never will just as long
As I watch it right here from
The sidelines of my life

With no alarm to play per say
I had no way to wide awake
I'd sleep away most of the day
Something I don't mind

I could not hold down a job
With the time my clock would rob
That seldom ticked and never tocked
And neither did it chime

I watched it move its old, tired hands
In the circling of demands
Slowly walked but never ran
I paid it all no mind, as I watched my life unwind

Tis the season for heavy rains
From those left behind, unwrapping the time
Loved ones here on earth remained
Now all they can find is reason to cry

With the opening up of loneliness
No matter how bright the bow, just can't let it go
Far from the perfect gift
This house once a home, now more like a tomb

Tis the season for heavy rains
Welling up inside, no way to stem the tide
It's hard to wrap around the heartache
Under this tree of pine's ornaments and lights

As the season comes and goes
Amid growing fears of the coming year
Where loneliness will again find you alone
In these heavy rains of tears

Drawn from the same well
Although sometimes it's hard to tell
Very much the same
And yet different as night and day
The strongest of special bonds
That goes far beyond
Anything
This world could ever bring
Both set to fuss and fight
And still at times so much alike
If truth be told
Kindhearted kindred souls
In that special place
To give each other grace
When secrets need be kept
At that a sister's excellent
Bountiful in love
That's so easily shown

And when they pull back on the covers
There's peace of mind they have each other

If in desperate need
Of a little pick me up
Me thinks you should drink
Coffee from the cup

Like your dad, drink it black
Or moms, sugar with cream
You could go with the fad
Of the Latee Venti

Either way it's okay
As long as there is caffeine
To make your way through the day
Or at least past morning

Where you might down an expresso
For that mid-day pick me up
If you had to guess though
You'll not stop with one cup

Where you'll move past the boundaries
Into the vast great unknown
You might mainline your caffeine
Through a vein in your arm

However you care to get you there
Let's not call it a crutch
Don't want to leave you unaware
It's just a little pick me up

Not that I feel any younger
But could somebody please check the numbers
It was only yesterday it seems
I was in my mid-twenties

Just when I thought I had a grip on it
Life went and pulled a stunt like this
Slapping old man Father time
Into tailspin way past his prime

As the gray grows, and arthritis take hold
Nothing going on is what I've been told
Have I fallen for vicious, lie after lie
Or a slip of the mind, time after time

Who you trying to kid, kid
Am I even ready for this
What's the ***** nilly deal
As the doctors prescribe yet another pill

I'm sure they must all be doing something
To keep this jalopy body running
That's pretty much all I have to say
Except, wait...I'm 68?!

Most will side
With the Honey bee
But it’s the Butter bee
That’s sweet on me

A slight margarine
Of difference
Between the mess
They both spread

One to me
Is sticky sweet
The other bee
Buttery

When it comes
To the bees knees
Both these bees
Are sweet indeed

As both bees
Seem to know
Their way around
A slice of toast

Here we go again, this silly man
By the name of Diver Dan
Always in search of happiness
But never with a plan

Before he'd know what's going on
He'd dive right in headfirst
Into any given situation
Doing his best to bring the worst

You would think by now if he thought about
The concept of consequence
He'd be the first to turn around
And head back to the place he'd been

But not so with Diver Dan
As he quickly makes his way
To the nearest springing board
Where arms and purpose he would flay

Diving into deep conclusions
With no thought or master plan
And so it goes, for the one we know
As the infamous Diver Dan

Here's a newfangled poem
Never seen before
With lines set to rhyme
Ready to take on the world

Bound to amaze
Leaving you flabbergast
One of a kind
Unlike all the rest

A treasure trove
Of pirates' spoil
This newfangled poem
Is out to make noise

Will leave you dumfounded
Pull you from the doldrums
A hodgepodge of hokum
All that and then some

Rings its own bell
Blows its own horn
Rides onto the page
Via winged unicorn

On a jabberwocky journey
Kerfuffle at best
Yet no need to worry
Putting quibble to rest

Here to bowl you over
Like a major king pin
Scrapes itself from the gutter
In time for the win

This poem with no purpose
In a newfangled way
The truth is well worth it
In what it has to say

I do nothing but sit on this old park bench
Rusty, much like me
As the prime life I had, done came and went
Like a tattered leaf on a Winters breeze

How long now I've lost count
As the world passes me by
No longer chained to the fast lane
Or the corporate ladder I once tried to climb  

Now with plenty of room for a conversation or two
Of the few who catch my eye
I invite them to sit but they're usually quick
To move along with their own busy lives

I find it odd now at the sights and sounds
I never seemed to notice before
Guess it comes with the gray AKA old age
Just ask the pigeons and squirrels

With shortened days at best about all I have left
I'm given time to think about
Old memories that keep haunting me
Like a *** looking for a handout

As I do nothing but sit on this lonely park bench
Shivering to the Winter breeze
Waiting for death to reach out his hand
And grab ahold of me, as I no longer seem to be in need

I have this bag filled with something
I carry everywhere I go
In case I run into nothing
That's something you never know

To easily keep me entertained
Before boredom sets in
I have the attention span of an ant
That is until the drugs kick in

My bag used to have nothing
Till the day I scrimped and saved
Filling it with something
Making sure I gave nothing away

Like you heard me say at the top of the page
I have this bag filled with something
When asked what's inside, I humbly reply
Oh this?
It's really nothing...

She loves to puff
On clove cigarettes
The flavor she savors
In-between hacks

All the while chewing
Juicy Fruit gum
The one combination
That helps with doldrums

Daringly dangerous
This life on the edge
Chewing Juicy Fruit gum
While smoking Clove cigarettes

Love is Brave
Love is Strong
Awaits the day
Till you come along
Ready to get
The best of us
Love is great
At the ambush

Love is Strong
Love is Brave
Love gives the best
Of itself away
Any given night
Any given day
That's the way love is
Without say

Love is Brave
Love is Strong
But will not stay
Where it don't belong
Gravitates
To what it knows
Love will go
Where love will grow

Love is Strong
Love is Brave
Love will always have
The last say
Over what to give
Over what to take
Love is Strong
Love is Brave

I've got an idea
I'm pretty sure will work
Let's all pitch in together
And ruin everything we touch

We'll start off quite haphazardly
With the world we live in
Taking to task our best to trash
The air, the sea, the land

We'll take what nature's given us
In the finest we could eat
Then add chemicals at intervals
Nah, just pour it in quickly

We'll all choose sides to live by
And base it all on love
Then learn to hate those in our way
That do not think like us

We'll ruin our relationships
With technology of the day
Doing all we can with phone in hand
Instead of dealing face to face

We'll start murdering the innocent
And call it all a choice
It's much easier to do away with them
When they don't have a voice

We'll pick up guns and call it fun
Then start shooting everyone
Then complain whose to blame
Till again nothing gets done

We'll even give it a shot tossing in our lot
Being our own gods
Pull moral compass out point it due South
As we all get lost

Of course it's just an idea
Of ruining everything we touch
As long as we start with what we're good at
What could possibly go wrong

If there's a lie
To be told
I'll tell it by
This old fishing hole

About the size
Of my latest catch
And how it broke
My steel cast net

And how I jumped
In the water deep
To not let it
Get the best of me

Wrestling that fish
Up to the shore
About the size
Of a compact car

And then when
The whole town came out
Where I fed them all
Hand to mouth

They had their fill
And enough to save
Another meal
For another day

I insist
All this went on
The other day
By the fishing hole

Most everyday
It's what I do
To tell the truth
Would I lie to you

We take pills for this
Pills for that
To help us smile
Make us laugh

Pills we feel
We need desperately
To wake us up
To help us sleep

These we keep
Within easy reach
Pinks and Blues
Reds, Yellows, Greens

Some need pills
If you ask me
To help in the realm
Of personality

There're pills to battle
Hunger pangs
Raise and lower
Our heart rates

Pills we think
We think we need
To keep away
The latest disease  

Pills to counter
Sides effects
Until we have
No effects left

When did we
All come to be
A bunch of zombified
Pill popping freaks

Ever since I was a child
I've done nothing but collect and save
The problem now, I've found out
After a while it gets in the way

If you don't learn to toss
When in the task of take
You end up with much more than this
Then struggle with the give away

There's a difference with what you think
And what you truly need
This fine thin line has thickened over time
And now has me lost in the weeds

The hunger was innocent enough
Until hoarding ate me like its last meal
As the cherub on my shoulder stood up and took over
Saying that it's no big deal

It's good to have a hobby
After all we all collect
But when what you have gets out of hand
You then tend to land on regret

So, if you are much like me
And most others in this mix
Drop what you've got, like it's hot
And run like H.E. double hockey sticks

there's a circle
we're all in
properly called
influence

rubbing on
rubbing off
inner feelings
outer thoughts

moving through
this time in life
bringing others
to our side

holding tight
to reasons why
they are wrong
and we are right

in this circle
of influence
we all find
ourselves in

The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year

Logging on
To Amazon
Round about mid November

With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need

Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed

The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact

That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that

They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing

Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances

In the nick of time
The package arrived
And not a day too late

The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 28th

On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside

Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life

In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange

Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain

what you now hold
is a simple poem
with simple words
to help it along

as it makes its way
to simply state
less is more
in what it has to say

no long-drawn-out lines
have been slipped in
or tangled meanings
in which to trip

with rhymes that have
been simply kept
open to
pure simpleness

simple enough
in its plan
this simple poem
held in your hand

I once met a man in the Land of Plenty
Who made it a point, to give free advice
With do as I say, for it to go your way
When it comes to living out this life

Don't say that you won't when it comes to hope
Do your best to get as close as you can to the fire
Don't dare pass up the slightest chance for love
Remember, the ladder of success doesn't always take you higher

Lend to those you know can't pay you back
Always smile with no reason why
Cross every bridge you can but never with a match
Have the innocence of a child in your day to day life

Start off every morning with rejoicing
At another chance to get it right
With you and the Lord being of one accord
Stand up for those in the throes of a fight

Find a field you can lay on your back in
Then take the time to count the stars at night
Go barefoot in the sand every chance you can
Don't worry about always being right

Said the man in the Land of Plenty
Where he had plenty of good advice
I took it to heart to do my part
When it comes to living out this life

Take my shovel
From out the shed
Going to try by best
To bury my past

The hole must be
At least six feet deep
Don't want it coming back
And haunting me

I pick a spot
I seldom cross
Not marking the grave
In hopes it gets lost

I feel the less
That I step foot
Lessens the chance
Of it coming back up

When all is done
And all is said
I hang the shovel
Back in the shed
And do my best
To forget the past

I know I owe
An apology
To the masses
And powers that be
For the slew
Of many things
That come out my mouth
Quite regularly

I need to say
That I’m sorry
For my past, present
And future deeds
And that somehow, someway
That wasn’t me
But clear as day
It’s easy to see

This apology
Straight from me
I give to all
Sincerely
I’ll try and slow the flow
That flows freely
From both mind and mouth
Quite regularly

I used to think the Hobo
Had no idea in sight
Just how hard he had it
In this, his downtrodden life
But lately, the more I see
The more I think he's right
When all he has is his  backpack
To grapple with in life

And here I am with heavy hand
Holding tight the possessions I own
If I only had an ounce courage
To up and let it go
As I sit inside with dim lit mind
This box I call a home
The Hobo that knows more than me
Is out there free to roam

I thought I held all the answers
Told me by society
But never once did question
What it had done to me
The more you have the harder it is
To ever try and give away
So came the wisdom of the Hobo
I met on the street today

We need someone new
To lie to
Someone who
Hasn't a clue
We've run out of options
When it comes to fools
Need a new plan
A new set of rules

Running low on dumb
To follow along
Never once question
What's going on
This mental shake down
Is only half done
This, do as we say
Then move on along

Done our very best
At this major quest
To blindfold the masses
Till there's not a soul left
Empty their pockets
While we fill their heads
With our share of nonsense
With the nonsense we have

A part of life
That I don’t get
Is why people drink
And smoke cigarettes

They often say
It’s an acquired taste
Watching them
All waste away

Rough and tumble
Stumble about
Ordering round
After foolish round

Missing out
Losing score
On what they did
The night before

While holding court
On looking dumb
Coughing up
Another lung

How may say
It’s an acquired taste
As they shake
And bake away

If it were
All up to me
They wouldn’t smoke
Wouldn’t drink

I talk too much
When things get rough
It's all apart
Of my nervousness

Where you're bound to find
I hide behind
More than a few
Misquoted lines

It's how I make
My great escape
From giving my
True self away

All this in spite
Of what I'm like
A country kid
That's kind of shy

With this crutch
That talks too much
To try and hide
His nervousness

If I somehow found out I had only a mouth
Things would quickly tumble South
With no brain to refrain
All the nonsense gushing out

Or what good would be sight if I only had eyes
To gaze out in wonder
Seeing the signs then paying no mind
To one thing or another

What about ears if all I did was hear
But never really listened
To the laughter and cries of other lives
Would I know what I was missing

And then again if I only had hands
Would they know to reach out and touch
Or would they only lie by my wanting side
Never once knowing love

I need all my parts for this work of art
To keep it all in motion
To make any sense out of any of this
Key to my emotions

My 20's were fairly forgiving
For the abuse I put them through
And believe you me there were plenty
Of times I tried to pull the wool

And then, the 30's set in
With their share of aches and pains
It doesn't take a detective
To see that I'm the main one to blame

Then wouldn't you know, 40 grabbed hold
And beat me with a crooked stick
After years and years of hard living
You'd think by now I'd be used to it

50 made its way to the stage in a rage
Wondering at what I had done
A familiar groan to these old bones
Reminding me when invincibility was young

Alas now here in my 60's
Popping Advil like it was candy
With pain sprays and creams in case there's a need
Close by my side where it's handy

Yes, the 20's were fairly forgiving
And with me not being much help
If I had known that I'd live this long
I would have taken better care of myself

But then again...

I just received a letter from PETA
And boy are they ever MAD
Seems the Chicken, I was finger lickin'
Turned out instead, to be a Rat

Must have called the 1-800 number
And started singing like a Stool Pigeon
With the flapping of wings along with the beak
To any who cared to give it a listen

Which brings me back to the letter
I received of cease and desist
Not really sure, who they think they are
but me being a carnivore
Know my rights and won't put up with this

It held all the usual jargon
About Lawyers, Lawsuits, and such
I have no idea what all the fuss is
In having a Chicken over for lunch

So let me tell you people from PETA
Don't get your knickers all up in a twist
If you've never tried, a thing deep Southern fried
Then you don't know, what life truly is

if a still small voice gave you a choice
and set it before you
which way would you move
in the choice you choose
the wisdom of the old
or innocence of youth
feel free to tell the truth
what do you think you'd do

would you take your own sweet time
to sit and think on it
or jump at the very chance
the first chance you get
would you make up your mind
with the time that's left
to live in your decision
with or without regret

who out of you
with this challenge met
would it behoove
to see the world as it truly is
in the shadow of the old
with ancient secrets kept
or a bout of innocence
where youth learn to accept

Listen up now people
I've got something here to say
Don't let your TDS
Stand in place of your day to day

You may not want to hear
But this here is the truth
All that you think you think you know
All you hold dear to you

Was on its way down in flames
And not a thing that you could do
It's time you stopped placing blame
Living with these Biden Blues

When you've lost all your money
And not a penny you could show
At the end of four years running
With two more months to go

We're trying our best to hold out
Before this ship goes down in flames
Leaving out little doubt
Just who this crew can blame

In the nick of time, we figured out
It's time to give this clown the boot
There's no way we'd make another round
Living with these Biden Blues

I have all my neighbors wondering
Just what is going on
As I've double lined my windows
With Heavy Duty Aluminum Foil

After years of intense research
Not placing the horse before the cart
The indoor controlled environment
Must be dry and dark,
for a successful Dust Bunny farm

I've filled the house/farm with furniture
Where this particular breed loves to hide
Removed all brooms and swifter's
So as not to cause a fright

Raising the highest of quality
All my Bunnies are free range
To tell the truth it wouldn't do
To keep them in a cage

The only time they're ever touched
By white gloved human hands
Is when I separate them
As gently as I can

I don't dare break up the families
They're all pack in the same box
All with a touch of tender love
And the needed pinch of dust

I ship my Bunnies far and wide
Oh, and the shipping's free!
To where you reside so they can hide
And raise their family

You can look over your shoulder
And dream the left behind
As you continue growing older
Another place, another time

How many are stuck in I wish I may
Hoping once again I might
Find the youthful days they gave away
Another place, another time

When bowing to the throne of the good old
Many fail to turn on the light
Where years from now all they'll think about
Another place, another time

It's hard to be happy in ignorance
With the memories we've left behind
In both heart and head those loved and left
Another place, another time

If we had an inkling to do it all again
We still wouldn't get it right
And yet dream of rewriting our history
Another place, another time

whenever i find i'm bored in life
i like to count my toes
starting with the pinky
then back and forth across the row

i count the line one at a time
or sometimes double up
if feeling spry i multiply
but with that wish me luck

i might even do 2 by 2
if in a hurry to get through
you never know when counting toes
in which direction it will go

that's why i find when bored with life
i take off my shoes and socks
wiggling my tootsies
then tippy toe across the row,
counting all the toes i've got

Thought that I was strong enough
To not break down and cry
This world is full of long hello's
As well as fast goodbyes

I may know the how
But never know the why
This is meant to haunt
Me throughout this life

When I got the call
We all seem to hate
Where they all tend to stall
As well as hesitate

Wish that I had known
But find that I'm too late
To try and test the steady grip
On the relentless hand of fate

That day they chose for you
A suit of bitter blue
I know that you would rather have had
A very different view

Than the one, death forced on
The moment you were caught
A once vibrant life, stuck inside
A felt lined wooden box

To have your Mom and Dad
Sitting down in front
Both kicked in the head
With the pain of sucker punched

I feel that it's not right
For a parent to lose a child
I pray each day I never have
To ever find that out

With heavy sigh I've found that I
Will never be strong enough
To not break down and cry
And all of it because

I can clearly see the how
But never know the why
This world is full of long hello’s
As well as fast goodbyes

With some packing the bags
Others folding the tent
My best guess is
It just wasn’t meant

Loud and proud crowds
At what just occurred
Leaves behind little doubt
A nation undeterred

As the spotlight grows dim
On these demented clowns
Glad to be rid of them
When this circus leaves town

Woke in their wake
Not a one taking blame
In the pointing of fingers
Every which way

It’s hard to balance the high wire
When you’re this blind to the truth
With nary a soul
Daring to support you

As they roll the last credits
With the sun going down
We no longer need to fret it
When this circus leaves town

Not sure I want to know
Or even want to be
Privy to this party
That's churning underneath

Somethings bout to blow
I feel it coming on
No longer is a secret
For those in the know

Doesn't take a giant leap
These details in the deed
Stamped, for your eyes only
This conspiracy

What's the matter now
Is what's the matter then
And yet we still can't figure out
To take it on the chin

It's all a part of life
This harbinger of death
Would you like that extra dry
Or will you take it wet

All those in the know
And those that tend to be
Privy to this party
That's churning underneath

I hide behind these walls
So I don’t know at all
What I do not see
Has less chance of hurting me

I might burn a few
Bridges, one or two
Leaving me no need
Of looking behind me

I cover up my ears
So I don’t have to hear
Words spoken true
When spoken to

Close tight both my eyes
Hoping to lose sight
Of the things they do
That I myself do too

Having little doubt
I keep an open mouth
That clearly runs away
With what I have to say

What comes to light
You are bound to find
Through all of this
Sadly, a closed off mind