Color Blind Shine Find



Tension in the mind stirs
a mixture of wound and memory blurs
inner eye of landscape dry
not a single tear made to cry


The fluffy kingdoms of cloud so near
like life passing by so dear
the fear of uncertainty seems always near
bombs in the front and in the rear
running sideways to escape
the drape of reason faked
dead leaves raked in the dead end corner
a good place to hide
in eternal madness it confides


Gushing of blood and tears
fears washed away the misery paid
and with God laid to rest
a beating heart in the chest
pounds like a drum while running to the crest
zest in the mountain air
a world where life is fair
without a care to share the wealth of fruit
the memory of brute without root