Fading into oblivion,
I read, I write and I laugh;
riding off, into the sunset,
I have no need to gaff.
Protests are for the young,
in their moral indignation;
against the forces of the strong,
corrupt and deranged nation.
Fighting for equality,
marching off, for peace;
while the world defaults,
of wars that never cease.
The elements of life wear down,
in silent, unseen nights;
of too much grand illusion,
destroyed by endless fights.
Let me disappear into the realm,
where few would care to go;
content with treasured memories,
and pleased with nature's show.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
Fading into oblivion,
I read, I write and I laugh;
riding off, into the sunset,
I have no need to gaff.
Protests are for the young,
in their moral indignation;
against the forces of the strong,
corrupt and deranged nation.
Fighting for equality,
marching off, for peace;
while the world defaults,
of wars that never cease.
The elements of life wear down,
in silent, unseen nights;
of too much grand illusion,
destroyed by endless fights.
Let me disappear into the realm,
where few would care to go;
content with treasured memories,
and pleased with nature's show.
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