Danny The Dreamer Boyd
Danny The Dreamer Boyd Poems
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I sit behind a shady screen,
Scouting life in a still state:
In hope to see what is unseen,
Or glimpse hope or contemplate.
It's not as easy as it seems,
I'd rather be taking part;
But life is tough and rough with beams:
That crush the spirit and the heart.
I sense them laugh and feel them cry:
Beyond a bunch of shallow signs;
I see them pray and praise and pry,
And prison themselves in false confines.
But I am not to judge anyone:
For passiveness' prize's only shame;
And judges who're yet wasted won:
None but just inglorious...
I cried I wanted you
Right here, no matter what we are;
I blinked, and now you've disappeared!
I hate that we—I guess—were dear;
I think we're meant to be afar...