Danny The Dreamer Boyd
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...
Darker Days I left behind,
And ran from as far as I could;
Darker Days, and I'm to find:
A lighter life; and be bright I should.
Darker Days chased after me,
Here and there, with winds of woe;
Darker Days don't want me be,
Me, or happy, and had me at hello.