If I could write a poem <br />to light the mind of men <br />I’d sing it from the rooftops <br /> In hills and vales and glen <br />or maybe down the river <br />where the tide just ebbs and flows <br />or out in my back garden <br />where the apple tree just grows <br />maybe upstairs on the top deck of a bus <br />but the tired old bus inspector <br />might kick up such a fuss <br />and what about in Parliament <br />where things are getting dark <br />I’m sure they’d throw me out <br />for singing like a lark <br />If I should write a poem that blows a virtual fuse <br />I wouldn’t have to worry, <br />I’d fix it with the muse <br />for I’m as certain as I could be <br />but often times I’m wrong, <br /> I don’t know what I’m doing here <br />and where I do belong. <br />I never seem to fit the jobs don’t seem to last <br />I’m like a walking shadow <br />made up of the past, <br />all my earthly worries no one seems to care <br />just you let them go, they’ll fall out with your hair <br />I could take them to a ‘cologist <br />but will he satisfy my soul <br />or is that just a word found upon a scroll? <br />am I just this body with a mind to make it move? <br />or am I my opinions without a proof to prove? <br />or am I all these feelings that circle in my heart? <br />or just a quiet witness that appears a world apart? <br /> If you have found the answer, <br />dear reader please send it wrapped in words, <br />post it in a rain cloud; <br />and I’ll sing it with the birds.<br /><br />Wojja Fink<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/electric-poetry/
