wanting to relate
but finding no time
places on the run
but finding no line
this life will not hold
the candle will burn out,
the gold was once hewn,
but now lays abused
and the problems are all
that you preach,
this place is not meant for us
anymore
we cause and not bring it up
anymore
what problems won't give up
anymore
the sigh and the turn-around
lazy as a bumpkin
still have lost your pumpkin
you must be new,
you're so confused
and everythings going our way
we all know what changes hands
won't stay
and we all know what we reprimand
won't leave us anyway
i am reading a book called
"the portable jung"
edited by joseph campbell
i kind of felt like it would
change my life
but expectations aren't all we live up to
and my heart took another turn
my mind gave me images
and the image was wrong