Going Against The Grain Poem by Dorsey Baker

Sometimes life and its burdens
come heavy just like clouds and
rain
Going against the grain
Going against the grain

I see my reflection in the mirror
looking back at me
mirror looking back at me
I don't know if its reality
or illusion that I see
My salty tears keep flowing
like a mountain stream
Life must be a nightmare
but I wish it was a dream
Going against the grain
Going against the grain

A police on patrol
promises
that things will never
get out of control
Going against the grain
Going against the grain

A man was already dead
when they found him
a bullet in his brain
arrest the bullet!
Going against the grain
Going against the grain


or just an illusion that I see
Going against the grain
Going against the grain

My salty tears keep flowing
like a mountain stream
Life must be a nightmare
but I wish it was a dream
Going against the grain
Going against the grain

Policeman on patrol
promises never to let
things get out of control
Going against the grain
Going against the grain