I want to invent new words to tell how I feel.....silition........
I need a new place.. to live in,
new songs, new laughter,
I'm tired of drinking Cokes.
To hell with all the philosophies and beliefs and'religions'....do your own thinking now.....dress like a hippie....walk away to somewhere...
Be new...
Change...
Sleep soundly.
Will you free my mind
from all this debris,
corruption!!!!!!
Put on a gauze blouse and a sunhat
and go walking down the road, smiling.
5 years ago
3 comments:
I don't know what I want, and that's the problem. My little granddaughters left this morning and I felt sad. My mother has had a difficult day. And I am soooo tired. I keep thinking sleep will help all of this "blue mood." It's not like I can do different. If wishes were horses then beggars would ride. I wish I knew what to wish for. . .
Ah, but it's all just a passing dream. It would be grand if we could make our wishes come true.
I'm finding it difficult to be in my sixties...like you say, I don't know exactly what to wish for and I don't know where I'm going. Maybe I don't have to know, 'cuz I'll probably get there anyway. Oh my......
I love your title. That is my belief. Perhaps you are pointing out that we need to be more careful to recognize what we love and what we are protecting.
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