JOURNEY

Time to cut loose

Still have that noose

Around my neck

Life is a wreck

Since I’m constrained here

Through some pained tears

Want to fly but

Stuck with dry gut

No juices flowing

Winds, they’re not blowing

My direction

Insurrection

From within,

But through the din

A light is shining

Dimly my King

Comes to view

After a few

Minutes of waiting

Heart’s hesitating

What’s the matter, son?

Can’t help come undone?

That’s my problem

Poets, I rob them

Tryin’ to get high

But only you can fly

You said you’d teach me

it’s so hard to reach me

So we’ll take a rain check

I’ll be at the train deck-

You could say the station-

Waiting for my destination