Process
I am overwhelmed by materialism
Too many choices
Too many things
I’ve given away the songs my heart sings
Trading them for some plastic veneer
Now the sadness is all too sheer
I am longing for the music of yesteryear
Or maybe the promises of tomorrow
This joy, this anger, this deepening sorrow
All swirling within me
Nothing moving
Nothing swinging
Nothing laughing in the sunlight
Filled with courage, filled with fright
I wonder what could bring on the change of it all
I long for something instant, yet
I know this will not be, I would not bet
That a bolt of lightning will be the solution to all my whimsies
No, a building redwood amongst all this frenzy
Is simply the way life’s meant to be
Now I see
11/29/19 kdc
