billy dillon

Rookie (15.6.1968 / LIVERPOOL)

Begin The Begin - Poem by billy dillon

I HAVE A DREAM.
IN THIS DREAM.
I CAN FLY, GO ANYWHERE, ANYHOW.
' SO I WAKE, LIKE THE GRASS IN THE MORNING, COVERED
IN THE NIGHT BEFORE.
I LEAVE HERE BEGIN MY DAILY TOLL.
THE THINGS I FEEL I HAVE TO DO.
AS DO WE ALL.
I STOP FOR ONE SECOND, AS I WALK TO THE STORE.
BEFORE ENTERING THE DOOR.
I LOOK UP AND STARE.
AM I THERE?
AND IF I AM., WHY DO I STILL FEEL THE WIEGHT.
WIEGHT OF THE WORLD.
OF MY NIEGHBOURS SCREAMS.
OF THE WANT OF THE SOLDIER.
TO HAVE PEACE.TO HAVE A PLACE.OR EVEN A FACE.
THAT SOMEONE CAN LOOK UPTO.
OH HOW I LOOK UP TO YOU.
AND THE THINGS THAT YOU DO.
TAKE ME, SO I CAN STAND.
FLY AT YOUR SIDE.
FOR MY PRIDE IS TORN.
FROM THE DAY I WAS BORN.
BECAUSE I AM A FOLLOWER.
FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS.
HELP ME FLY.
HELP ME FLY.
FOR IF YOU DON, T.
I BELIEVE I WILL DIE.
SO I END, AS I BEGAN.

AND FIND MY PLACE.
BLANKETING THE GRASS IN THE MORNING.
COVERED BY THE NIGHT BEFORE.

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  • (3/2/2009 4:32:00 PM)

    Deep. The questioning soul. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 2, 2009



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