Oh wayward train, movement continues for miles and miles, subsides now...bring me back to life, to reality---crazy train, no more--wake up my soul to new life, a new breath , the dawning of a sober existence
Wake up disillusioned America, and see the man beaten down by the shunning of the people, the blinders of the passer-by. The man who has weathered skin, the feet that turn inward, the hopelessness of his stance. Arise my soul, and see the need of this man, the hunger in his eyes, the need for love. Forever certain souls wait in hopeful abandonment to the emergence of a unified community, an understanding and humbled people.
Where has love gone? People are mere objects of mockery, a vain existence. We become victimized to the machine--production, production, money, money--ah, we have become blinded to the truth, but truth is relative to many in today's culture--absolute truth, the existence thereof? Another discussion perhaps.
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Deidre! You've got a gift, for sure. I'm glad you're writing. Or that you're writing where we get to anjoy it. You and words are good for each other. And for us.
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