Chapter I Don't Care Poem by chris schwartz

Grew up listening
To "Bridge over troubled Waters"
Rocked out to "The Boxer".
Didn't know how the lyrics
Spoke to me
Til I was in my late fifties
Just wondering
Where time went
Where it rolled
Damn I scrolled
Right through the hills
I been hoping
To climb.
See, I spent my life
Searching,
Leaning over the window sill
Of time
Never thought of
Wandering
Through those mountains
In My mind.
Didn't see the summer
Past the winter
Of the trouble
I can't leave behind.

So I'm four twenty'n it
I'm just four twenty'n it
Into paradise.
And I'm just ok.
Four wheels on the pavement
Never mind that we need
Two new ones
Keep trenching on
Hoping the creek
Don't rise.
And flood out
The disguise
You've been spared.
But there's the mountain
Feeding me
Eye candy
And a road ahead
Dangling attractive fish hooks
In front of many
Who dare
To make the climb.
Crosby says
What have you got to lose.
Suddenly, I lose,
Seeing trailers parked against
The waterfront
Blues.
Think I'll light this fire
To all
Damned
You ain't fooling
Those with a soul.
The fire's still burning
For all that have it
For those of us whoo don't
Hell, the rain keeps coming
Flooding the dreams
In the fields
Of the seeds we once planted.