PHOTO BY J.R HILTON |
QUESTIONS TO THE UNIVERSE
Written by: J.R HILTON - May 2016
Came upon a minstrel, singing a song
Mandolin playing so nice
I had to sing along
We shared a drink and pleasantries
And he was gone
Wended
down the mountain path, onto the plains
Wandering is in my veins
I’m
going way down, until I reach the Sea
What is and what should never be, often
is
I’ll carry on until, my legs won’t
carry me anymore
Then I’ll use my sticks, to carry on some
more
Sweet nights, sleeping under star filled
skies
You only get so many tries
When rhyme
and reason isn’t there
That’s when you won’t care anymore
Stoking the fire that’s got me mesmerized,
Asking questions to the universe
Picking the answers from the soft air
blowing
Is time showing, that I must be going
Headed for the sea, I can already feel
the waves washing over me
Sunsets in the surf and sand, it’s all
part of my plan
Free and easy like the slipping tide
And the wind just sighed
For the rest of my days, I want to watch
the waves
It’s so calming, medicine for the heart and soul
This could work for me, a little cottage
by the sea
Mostly isolation and serenity
The fresh air I breathe, I know I couldn't leave
But It's just fantasy on my part
The reality is less attractive than the art
If only the dream would catch up with my heart
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