Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
PEAS IN A POD
The persistence of the many,
Does it compare to that of the few.
So who is it that struggles the most.
Can it really be compared,
Is there any different degree of anguish?
We see things differently,
But we all feel the same,
When compunction takes its toll.
A day of joy would bring such wonder,
But where is joy in my life.
And yet I'm grateful for what I have,
But the things that are missing Mock me.
The touch of silk is like security,
And I wish life would go as smooth.
I dream of how it could be,
With wonder and delight all around.
But the joy it brings is not conscious,
And when I wake it all comes back.
The torment of economic slavery,
Was this the American dream.
It didn't seem like it would be this way,
When it all started, long ago.
I thought that the world was my cupcake,
And that I could touch the sky.
The future was open for anything,
And I was ready for my Piece of the pie.
But now I'm older, and the choices are few,
My life is confined by my thoughts,
And I'm stubborn and well Set in my ways.
I do think it's right, not to change.
For some things must remain,
For a life time,
And you must pay for the choices You make.
But some choices are not easy ,
To live with, And the aggravation they bring,
Does not change.
But it would be truly congenial,
If the world would just Up and change.
And everything would go my way,
For a while,
Then all would be splendor,
With no regrets,
And We'd all be like peas in a pod.