Fragmented thoughts spin like a top
Leaving me attuned to what is not
Your shadow follows me everywhere
I can only escape to nowhere
Touch no longer sensates my being
If I only trusted that seeing is believing
Mental strain pervades my head
Words limit what is not said
Alone I climb a mountain of tears
Left behind for all these years
Safety never leaves my side
I wonder if I’m dead or alive
My skin crawls like a rat on a rope
Thoughts escape and rise like smoke
Lightly tethered to a place called earth
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
Remove the cobwebs from my brain
If not, I shall remain insane
Why pretend that you understand me?
Cast out this demon that shouts with glee
Return me to a place once known
Where I was young and not yet grown
Memories fade like the setting sun
Leaving behind a mind now stunned
Dementia, bad thing to happen to good people. Must be so confusin to their minds. Like this input into the world of unreality and knowing it will be ok in the end is comforting.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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