Zachary Gerbils Poems

A feeling of laughter
A feeling of life
A feeling of lasting
A feeling of light
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Whilst the land lay sleeping softly
A storm lurked in the twilight
Poised and full of poison
It grinned and eyed its target
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Going around in circles is our
Way and not our choice
The day to day, our life, our jobs
Does one watch or make more noise
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Inept yet oft beseech thee I
The legions of console
As battles rage of nature one
The warrior ends up alone
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16 strings,6 poised wind, an
Audience and a silence
The stage well set, musicians prepped
With a mix of reverence and shyness
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Existing in what we think is real
in a normal predefined and set
we ask ourselves do we belong
or have developed minds have us be let
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Amongst the smiling masses
Who’s querying stares we sometimes meet
Are surfaces hiding secrets
Faces fail to let us read
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