circles. always returning. never leaving anything undone.
some choose to run, others talk to a nun, some of us buy a gun
you think you’re the only one? Every father of a boy has a sun.
to be seen as one. no forked tongue. only an iron lung.
trapped at his age inside an iron cage. Feelings only occasionally rage
if he were a book, only one more turn of the page
used to be a wage earner, now just a page turner
wished to go back and be a sage learner
he liked the mad max with Tina Turner
hard pull to the right balance taken flight
mentally he still had the might
physically his lethargy kept him dependently on the nearest orderly
located not far from the border see?
once his mind started to wander, he left the grind and started to ponder
what laid over yonder? hadn’t been to the top of that hill
exploring nature his deep thrill
amply, gamely, no great plan you see?
heaven cannot be bought. for those that looked it was just a thought
a state of mind way above border line
status quo made him maddest yo!
to and fro without the go felt like something he didn’t want to know
in a good conversation you could see him glow!
Awethentic 