Up High

Posted in poems on 06 Oct 2013.

Excerpt.

Behold
A golden sky
Music turned up high
As the world
Passes me by

Just like
A freight train
That tries to maintain
Carry its weight
In vain

Take a trek
Across the horizon
The thief be despisin'
The one that he
Confides in

It makes
No sense at all
Standing at this wall
As darkness starts
To fall

Behold
A golden sky
Music turned up high
As the world
Passes you by

It's passing me by
It might be a sign

It's passing you by
Innocence devine

Behold
A golden sky
Music turned up high
As the world
Passes us by