Back To Nowhere... Poem by GRANT FRASER

I'm heading
out of myself,

I will be out there
soon,

where wind blows
and things vibrate,

your world is afloat,
for everyone to see,

knowing fully well,
but not enough to say
what it is...

fear is never brandished
enough, for us to get across...

no this is the one,
we all hold so dear,

not around here...

I'm telling ye,

not in a month of Sundays,

but I do believe I was born
on that day,

and people conversed
out of Hospital windows,
cause they found something
in a corned beef tin,

maybe they found God, I don't
know - or a horse?

so I'm heading back
with nothing but eternity...

to nothingness,
glad to be rid
of sods & jobs,
and the high command
of insanity...