Thoughts burn thru the chaos
in my mind
I attempt to see thru the madness;
the insanity
of our world
My American Dream has been dreamed
for me
My occupational goals have been
predefined
No longer am I allowed to dream
my own dreams
But I decided to resist the weight
being dropped
upon me
My fingers extend out beyond
their grasp
and I reach for the heavens
I am not satisfied to be
a mere pawn
in their game
I reach up for the skies and
the sun above
Soon I realize the possibility
of human transcendence
and it is all right
Perhaps I’ll be able to raise
my soul
or sink under the sea
and walk among
sea creatures
I suppose the limitations exist
only in my own mind
Dec. 1985-Jan. 1986
How'd It Turn Out?
sorry. change of direction is good. :D
well, I'm still here aren't
well, I'm still here aren't I?