More thinking
One days thinking,
worth a hundred waiting.
ideals, shattered fragments
left lying in the rain.
Winter’s cold and spring’s awakening,
eyes are closed and visions dying.
Do you know what it is to hurt,
to find your dreams ground into dirt?
A succession of dreams
on reality are broken.
What you thought was right,
was out of tune.
I could have told you,
you couldn’t touch the moon.
You could have won your fight…
but now day has turned to night,
all dark ,cold and dim,
shadows flickering while the mist sets in.
The way you see the world;
a hazy confusion, an imitation pearl.
False values on every street……
and you only ever know the shadows
of the people that you meet.
( Amanda)