Today i find no use in sitting and wandering what’s going on <br />Even if I don’t know by now <br />When the rooster cries at the break of dawn, I look out my window <br />And all of yesterday has gone <br /> <br />Today I wont sit and wander why, as it never stops it just carries on <br />But I will sit today and cry <br />They is no use in turning on the light today as the dark is so heavy <br />It blankets any shine <br /> <br />My time is all but over as a businessman comes and takes all that’s mine <br />But theres many here among me, <br />And we believe they live life as it’s a joke <br />But among this haze to confuse <br />Im the king of my view and in the distance a wild cactus grows <br /> <br />Arid but alive now my wind begins to growl <br />Freedoms my virtue and to the cacti I walk a flow and in my <br />Slipstream the others will go, <br />And here where its arid we will find our home<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arid-and-free/
