Payment Poem by Gary Vanderbur

The lights of your mind have flooded your being
With a sense of everlasting time.

Many are your days of joy; many more your days of bliss.
All is happiness for you to employ until something goes amiss.

The images of your eyes have overflowed into yourself
And tell you nothing but lies.

Many are your days of darkness; many more your days of pain.
But more you'll take to pay for mind searing rain.

The numbing sensations of enlightened trips
Have you in an unrelaxing grip.

Many are your days of madness; many more your days of dread.
But now you couldn't care less because... you are dead.

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(by Vandy
©️ 1968
Write Naturally Publishing House
...a division of Van Enterprises)