Reflection In The Stream Poem by Robert 'Cajun' Landreneau

refections travling through my mind
confessions darkening my soul
resurections of a strange kind
as the body grows cold

hidden from sight within the maze
are all the things that have meaning
and still i sit in a daze
not knowing which way its leaning

for care not, I do
about the changing times
thats the difference between me and you
and that which separtates our crimes

for I was the power and the glory
b4 the day of advent
but thats another story
about being mad and hell bent

waves of the refection moving away from the epicenter
like the following of my trials and tribulations
look not for me to be the one repenter
cause i still can give the one finger salutations

a ruler with out a following
a king without a queen
the causer of the swallowing
and the doer of the unseen

happy monday to all
and to all a good nite
may your castles fall
and u not succumb to the fight