Every lost soul and tragedy

Every lost soul and tragic.
Infinite pain of self loath.
Anger and never sure why?
Lost in the wilderness
at large.
Never sure what to trust.
Governmental madmen or
celebrity god’s wannabee's.
Pick up your bag's and
wonder the super highway's
that takes you everywhere
and nowhere.
Finding no real answer
suitable enough to satisfy
your need of just knowing.
Home becoming an unfamiliar
word that haunt's your
dreams.
Yet what can one make of it all?
Screaming media trying
to feed the machine.
Control, control I hear in
the screams.
When all you really want
to do is feel free.
But what is free?
Staring up at the stars only
to have the Universe
stare back wondering the
same things?
Perhaps everyone will awake?
Awake to dream. . .


June 2/97