Blurry DazeA Poem by MarkHippie days
I'm all for love and peace and the hippie days way
We were the children of the 60s, just stayed in bed and let our hair sprout We were influenced as much as we influenced others, so they say Flower power didn't work, maybe it's just the American way, no doubt Turning over all the apple carts, should've just turned the other cheek my baby Some say I went too far, is it because, i've got such a rebel heart? Maybe. Hippies have survived since the caveman days Sometimes hiding behind societies blurry daze Never wanting to upset the nations orderly ways Always demonstrating for their true beliefs,k in a cloudy haze. Now it feels like I've been jabbed with a poison dart So deep down inside my experienced, but innocent rebel heart That 60s biz was just our breakfast and we hadn't even got to lunch yet If I was a new gen baby, I could still show others love and peace, I bet Give me a chance at showing you, that I'm not that different than you Let me know what you want from me, I can give to you, not just one, but quite a few. Hippies have survived since the caveman days Sometimes hiding behind societies blurry daze Never wanting to upset the nations orderly ways Always demonstrating for their true beliefs in a cloudy haze. Not changing my ways but adapting my ways, is what I need to do I'll listen to others and always take your cue, to try and remove the venom for you It might not happen overnight, it could take a while, alright! Maybe I'll go with the flow or maybe wake-up in a sweat, in the middle of the night Let me get my groove back and things will change, we'll go back to the start Just forgive me and always remember, I was born with this rebel heart. Hippies have survived since the caveman days Sometimes hiding behind societies blurry daze Never wanting to upset the nations orderly ways Always demonstrating for their true beliefs in a cloudy haze. © 2018 Mark |
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