I ask you Zeus, can man demand <br />a life away from what must be his own? <br />To dwell with joy inside a parallel <br />to his reality, how could this be <br />and what, if any benefit could he thus gain? <br /> <br />The drunkard flees into the fog of sweet oblivion, <br />to blind his eyes from utter chaos as it stands, <br />the soul that rides the current to the sea <br />may tire and grab on to kindly hands.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kindly-hands/
