In FallowA Poem by sun dance kid
At dawn the cars all crawl like slugs
Commuters queue cluthing coffee cups With grey faces tied to places they despise Their eyes forced to gaze at the concrete Away from the sunrise But these are those blessed who earn what they eat Who drive from their villages and abandoned coal heaps While, back there, the abandoned souls keep Standing outside in the rain Forming their own queues on signing on day But there is life in this city In the young that stir it's very core We seem hopeless to you, but we have ambitions beyond yours We seek paths to glory, but with little hope in life So fear not the young, but those who forget what it's like. This is why my mind for now remains in fallow A muddy field from which I hope wild flowers will one day grow. I shall be used to no man's ends But let it be known that though I cannot be owned, I will always belong to you, my friends. © 2012 sun dance kid |
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Added on February 23, 2012 Last Updated on February 23, 2012 Authorsun dance kidCardiff, Wales, United KingdomAboutmusician, wanderer, wonderer, thinker, tea drinker. more..Writing
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