...alright

I feel like my future’s

A stones throw away,

But I can’t throw it.

A square livin’ in glass boxes.

E’ryone I knows stoned

My trails gettin’ blazed.

It’s gettin’ me dazed

And confused.

And I feel a little used

By everyone I know

Who pretend that they know

Where the Hell to go.

So, tell me.

Please, tell me.

Cuz I’m feelin’ so lost.

And livin’s got a cost.

That I can’t pay.

Don’t wanna be lazy.

But this sickness in my brain

That’s causin’ me this pain

And all this agony.

It’s makin it so hard for me to see

There’s a light at the end,

If I keep from diggin’ down

The future’s callin’

If I can maybe hear the sound.

The life’s not a lie

If I can get another like.

Oh no, it’ll be all right.

All’s fine.

It’ll be okay.

I’ll lie, and maybe wish it might.

All right.  Maybe some time.

It’s gonna be all right.

Reviews

[misha]

This was a strong piece. Great write!

[Coyote Poetry]

You will be fine. Life make us pissed off and disappointed sometimes. We must go forward and hope for a better place. I did like the ending. There was some hope. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote