I could walk but I couldn't see <br />all those people running to be free. <br />When the sky turns to blue <br />I'll decide what to do with you, <br /> <br />and the tears inside my mind, <br />broken years I cannot simply rhyme. <br />Since the ink's inside to pen <br />I'll use it up and pray that someday... I may <br /> <br />see my whole life flow away. <br />There's something more I need to say: <br />"Now it's time to leave the scene, <br />otherwise I may be seen on screen." <br /> <br />Close your eyes, here have a dream, <br />let your joy blend with your primal scream. <br />Ways I crossed, ways I passed, <br />but now I'm thinking of my play's cast... at last. <br /> <br />I'll walk around and make some noise, <br />make some sense out of my life's choice. <br />There is nothing left to do, <br />but make the fire blow through me and you. <br /> <br />Wonders of dark crying clouds, <br />echoes pulsing by my mind sounds. <br />Battle cans in civil wars, <br />separate allies from our foes... who knows? <br /> <br />Suffocating by those blues, <br />never mind the grinning lonely fools. <br />Riddles baffled in remorse; <br />soon the knight will ride his horse… with force. <br /> <br />In the fields of love and hate <br />I've been trying to find my life's betrayed fate. <br />Trembling feet and naked fear, <br />memories reflecting on my beer... I'm here!<br /><br />Roger Bewman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cambridge-blues-2/
