Society Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

I was riding along, rusty on the rusting track.
Looking to my side I saw thousands of lives
and flashing by I didn't but bat an eye.
ohohoho the thought chills my back.

Stepping down pressing through a steamy sea
I turn around. This is no place for me.
I couldn't help but feel out-of-tune
and wonder, 'hhhhh my, what does this mean? '

Sharp and clear in a world all blurred
I kicked my step to take me home.
Left, and right, left, then right; forward.
I crave to cradle love unknown.

Sitting now on the linen of my couch
I find my old guitar beaten and bruised.
Oh how fitting, it seems to be out-of-tune,
but it resonates with me. Ah, sweet solitude.