The mud of woodstock still squishes between my toes

by xyzauto

Posted to Poetry on 2001-08-15 07:38:00

Thirty long years have I stumbled forward
Weighed down by indifference and mediocrity
Adrift in the glare of self pity and inactivity
A mechanical being devoid of feeling and sympathy
Squinting in the bright light of day to day drudgery and gain
Pushing forward to the task masters glee
A little adjustment here a little grease there
Content to power the load like some shinny cog in the systems machinery
With rounded teeth from torqued strain
A precision component with a heart of steel
No room for tears no room to feel
Awakening from this nightmare putting the paradigm to rest
I twist this reality inside out and try my best To return to the living and Love before it is too late
And smile again and breathe the deep sigh of debate
Only to realize the mud of Woodstock still squishes between my toes.

Christopher Cole>

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