Suddenly I started to wind back the clock
for fear was circling about what I felt as fact.
The world in trouble, screaming to be heard
I saw an opportunity to slow, but a third.
for fear was circling about what I felt as fact.
The world in trouble, screaming to be heard
I saw an opportunity to slow, but a third.
But in this mind of over work and little play
I had to write my memoirs for those remaining
when this fragile world had only a few to live,
after explosive revelations
that the men in power had been far too hasty
and blown us with their political agenda into mid air
where life, but a particle, fell as toxic dust
polluting the whole environment –
so hence few were spared.
–
Take a moment
think beyond a square hole
build another model
so dust particles no longer come
into spaces so easily for you.
Your mind is too able to soak up
that disgusting pile of dust and political rot.
August 3rd, 2013
Tags: Phase Change
