A Stream of Consciousness.

Like a river it flows where does it go who knows
along the way bumps and humps like a camel chews its tongue
anon I come like time begun and wasted its chance to
realise materialise fantastic dreams of how it seems but
no longer redeems itself for it stalls on falls and rapids
that feeds the need to self succeed and self explode abodes
we live and fail to give true meaning and feeling to those
we mock in frocks and white coats a sign that donates the times that we live in
promote don’t gloat give praise as we raise up from corners that we huddle and accuse abuse but like the river it flows dream on along the river that flows that nobody knows or can tell the pathway that it takes down stream a direction to show ones affection but yet we hesitate could it be the other way we’ll live to see a brighter day or so they say but they darkness comes no matter what we do then the measure of one shines through

Tony Dallas copyright 2008