escape
8-4-2012
while you escape from me
i am bitter with forgiveness,
you will never visit
and i am left bewildered
do i reign my horses
or let them loose over plain,
like thunder with our cries
like beauty in blue skies
perhaps we will know
whether it was meant to be
or if you did not equal me,
trudge on traveler weary
your only voice lies in an image
i am not even sure that you exist,
i am apt to dream fantastically
and memory is an elegant lie
the stars watch as we question
our very existence, our option
whether to plunge a sweet blade
or taste the breath of life's aid
one thing remains for us here:
to live as we have never done
for many wish to be free, gone
yet trap themselves under cone
one thing remains to be discussed
heated arguments fill our blood
and words spoken, heart flood
will we ever sustain our drown out
rising seas and scouring resources
the real answer lies behind struggle
chasing something we do not want
products we need to buckle, taunt
meet me where the sun hits cement
i will be lying there in suspense
hoping my mind's eye sees clearly
or if i am lied there by angels
the future unknown is clear
but a sharp picture of our past
do we hold dear to our bier
shift the engine, work the gear
i am no prophet, but a seer
James P McCabe