As I stand alone on the Western shore, <br />I look as far as I can see, <br />Yet! I can not see my old dreams anymore, <br /> <br />As I stand on the Western shore, <br /> <br />I see hundreds of ships, like turtles slowly swimming West. <br />I lay down my head to sleep, <br />I Wonder, "Why I have been shipwrecked? <br />In this land of mad men with no respect? <br /> <br />My mind reigns supreme, above the rest, <br />Why have my dreams of cherry blossoms and Kimchi abandoned me? <br />Why have I been such a fool? <br />Walking as slow as a turtle toward my dreams? <br /> <br />I wish I could remember nothing! <br /> <br />Could this be Feng Shui painting my walls white! <br />White is the color of new beginnings, as well as clear endings. <br /> <br />But! <br />My endings are not. So clear...<br /><br />Ronald Chapman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/standing-alone-11/
