Traces
My mind sways.
There are days when my mind sways,
And times I’d best forget,
Places I’ve left traces,
And some I’ve not seen yet.
Past the panacea,
The universal cure,
Senses sent to satisfy,
What’s left to procure?
In the dumps, across the bumps,
And up and down the hills,
The destiny Dorado,
Behind the misty hills.
The measure of the treasure,
Is looking for the best,
Where’s the satisfaction,
That is the burning test.
Now the cost of what is lost,
And fears of the arrears,
What started as braveheart
Has now erased the fears
I watch and wait, and when it’s late,
I mix my mirth with bliss,
And then wait for the dawn to yawn,
And the sun’s first kiss.
Today I’m feeling better,
The best is yet to come,
Waiting there in the fresh air
To finally succumb.
I sit back and surrender,
And join the milling crowd,
Do not stall is what they call,
And shout the words out loud.
©
David Rudder
2022
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