Hanging on a precipice
That overlooks deep valley
Holding on to a shaky stone
Or the hand that may yield!
...
Wonder why you zillions of tissues make me up
Day in and day out working incessantly
Without reward or expectation
Bearing the pain without complaining
...
This moment:
Somebody is born,
Somebody breathes last,
I am still alive and kicking.
...
Oh Mind
Be free!
From the Hangovers of the past
From the Daydreamings about the future
...
Dream
Hanging on a precipice
That overlooks deep valley
Holding on to a shaky stone
Or the hand that may yield!
The desparate attempts
To save myself from dying
Or to let go and enjoy
The free fall to depth
Shook off from bed
Panting and coming to grips
Oh...It was the 'Remote'
That my wife was snatching from me!