Peace Of Mind Poem by Kevin Maroney

A burning torch, round the wheel,
wherever it end, will I feel?
It burns hot, or cold perhaps?
I know not, a not so sly cat.

Surreal, I walk my everyday,
thinking how it could everyway,
be a dropp from a floating mountain fall,
a single mouth in a world small.

My thoughts aren't here, but in compare,
are only one, a small bit of fare,
with which to buy my way in life,
a life now filled with so much strife.

For who am I but a fallow pretender,
dressing as a great dream-renderer?
Or perhaps, a foul dream render,
for dear to my soul, have I ripped the sender.

I don't allow peace of mind,
so mutiny, has my mind when I find,
my works and knowledge in abundance,
is ever more found in unrespondence.

The falcon cannot hear the falconer,
for my mind whirls ever out of my control.