Chasing Poem by C.A. Morrow

Chasing the spirit in the flesh
Regrets the fool who blows the horn
Keep pushing the button to refresh
Youthful bliss submits to times forlorn

Cannot get high on emotion no more
Friends are just faces to daily shun
The fast cars don't accelerate the core
As pretty women nag; incessant bores

Peace is conflict in a bank account
The boat sank before a sunset sailed
The price of capitalism's last recount
On a cross of greed it was nailed

So escape to the mind of the moment
Hold strong to the anchor of free thought
Ride the waves of discontent's movements
As the smile of inner peace can't be bought

For the darkest hour will too pass
The dawn never waits for fear's reprieve
Tomorrow comes in a fuller glass
Dreams are just a reality
to achieve