Drinking defunct industrialism

Drinking defunct industrialism
In my
Minds eye
I see the truth I see a vision of my
Self
In better health
In air that
Rolls
Instead of
Folding
I find my
Self
In a forest
Green
In a forest
Green
In a wishing
Well
Wishing out of this
Wishing out of this
Wishing out of this
This this this this
Is all I am.

Drive
On through the sparkling glitter
Lights
I turn and turn and round the city sights
Great grey ocean scape and noone’s here
There’s noone here to tell me tell me
Tell me
Tell me
I’m
dreaming again.

Mad World

It’s a wicked world for the angry. Not in my lifetime should a woman last this long with the way that I’ve been thinking about the things that I’ve been doing.
Angry all the time I never stopped to smell forgiveness, hardly taken a moment to find compassion in my heart with all the smog blowing in my eyes.

Sometimes you just strike it lucky. Sometimes you just find a clover on your path where all the time before you’d found blocks and burrows.

I walked out of work today and felt the low light of sunset on my face while a dancing band rehearsed on the grass they sang to me, What a wonderful world and I smiled. I looked into the sky and thought to myself, what a wonderful world.

I believe you.

I’ve forgiven everything that’s gone, and I’ve found a wonderful place to live, to breathe by the seashore, to dream big for a change.
I’ve had so much anger in my heart for so long it took my mind over, took weeks to forget stubbing my toe or forgetting to post a letter.
No more.
I worry
no more.

I dreamt of change and I found it.