On Society

Part of a series of study work I did with my old best friend, the late Jason Pouroy. He is and will always be missed.

Oh agony of thoughtless dreams

Speak so freely of what's to be

As fire smoke in darkened night

The thoughts are fleeting through my mind

Oh golden tint of autumn dawn

O' dawning sun and times so long

As fall the mists upon the shore

The time is gone and is no more

What is the point of all this trouble

What is the reason for all the hustle

Times so short we fill with stress

For where has gone our happiness

Slow down for thought, slow down for sleep

Make fast these which are no more meet

To fit this prison of what's to be

Our very prison of society

Reviews

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Oh, wonderful write.
This takes me to my beach house, the woods, the timelessness, the smokey fire and the dreaming!
Yes indeed, what is it all for?? The rampage of life, what is the point?

Kudos. A delightful sliver of timelessness.