Jack Worthington Poems
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Feeling down, I look around at the world passing before me
The sun on its fatalistic arc, streams light through aluminum blinds
A fading afternoon, where nothing was done but wasting time
I slip on my shoes and sunglasses, and then grab my keys.
My car is there waiting, for a destination unknown
I start the engine, shift into drive and begin to roam
Where I'm going I have no clue
The walls were closing in, and I had to see something new.
I drive into the sunset not looking back
All the way to Ohio, until it's pitch black
I was racing the sun to ...
Our Golden West
Our golden west
Where dreams of our fathers lay
The yellow and grey pictures from by the bay
So long ago, people at their best, envied by the rest, they passed their test, now at rest.
A crumb of the dream for me, so tasty yet not filling
The crowds and masses from the east
They came to dream as well, and dream they did of something frightening
And now the crowds fill the passes, not dreaming in the least.