Another Waking Dream #2
I am quite amazed
At the things that
We do
With the places we’ve
Been
Strung out like
Scarecrows
Across our horizons.
Give credence to
Wrongs
And balance to
Rights
Made money
Out of memories
And fought
Wars with the tiniest
Of beliefs.
Based philosophies
On images
Carved out of someone
else’s destiny
Mined religions
On someone else’s
Death.
Found love in
Ruins of another’s
World
And spent moments
Too long
Seeking our own
Forever
In rocks
Strewn across fields.
by C. A. Treacy on Thursday, August 06, 2009
