As sour eyes wash over the face of time we’re loosing sense of ourselves, <br />Seems we're loosing our minds, searching, only to discover <br />That the blind have been leading the blind so long <br />They're forever lost to desert dust. Where do we go from here? <br /> <br />Are we destined to follow Mr Rabbit down the hole? <br />Always skirting on the verge never having the nerve to thrust deep <br />Down into perversion, never to trust in the diversion <br />Offered by means of lust, never to know. <br /> <br />Are we to continue upon our journey, upon our Trip <br />As we salt the snows of winters past, as we strive to avoid slipping <br />Upon a soul on ice, upon a coat of winters frost. <br /> <br />The summers gone the rains are falling, <br />As cycles turn to turn again, <br />As birds in their calling reveal in flight <br />A burning trail across the sky realm, <br />Sky bearing still, heaven scented <br />Discontentment’s, Sky bearing still the intent of never asking why? <br />Why she may never take steady at the helm. <br />Why she was always beaten if she was to cry, <br />To shed a single tear, why?<br /><br />David Lacey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heaven-scented-discontentment-s/
