#623 On Walking Away From The Maimed

Just watch me walking away
Riding off into my own private sunset
Alone, but unhurt

I sought my own refuge
From your games
And here I am
Intact and ungrateful
- or so you would say

I refuse to be one of the maimed
And those who have remained
They will bear their own scars, in time

Goodbye.
I have no more tears left to cry.

#615 On My Wild and Truant Mind

My wild and truant mind repels discipline
And ranges far and wide in unsought streams
With boldness and curious disposition
To bask with joy in fresh and novel dreams
I revel in intrepid transgressions
And march through life with serene procession.

#614 On This Torrential Inundation

Torrential inundation: wrath of God?
Or merely climate change in rampant form?
If we are to be spared His righteous rod
Could we assuage this mighty, raging storm?
Or maybe Mankind’s fate is truly sealed
The planet’s payback cannot be repealed!