truth

I was lying awake then,
dreaming of woodstock.
Knowing that, as a child of God,
Buddha would enlighten my feet.
Was told of some devil’s bargain
and watched dreams die in vain.
Life became my disappointment,
miserable and plain.
Got sick of nine to five-
felt like I was dying
and needed to feel alive.
Watched the sun rise
over the setting Grand Canyon,
contemplated clouds and other such creations
hoping some change would set our nation free.

Cried when the ball dropped.

Beware of random gunshots,
disguised in a fantasic show.
Colored lights did hypnotize
fleeting souls computerized.

Tried to find my Innisfree.
But I was left
disillusioned,
meditating in a Motel Six Bathroom.