My mind is growing weary
My body
Simply tired
Prevailing social theory
Dishonor
Deftly wired
I seek serenity
Forever on the hunt
At times I find Nirvana
Consternation front
Please forgive my moxie
The words must always fit
Sacred and eternal
Wisdom and bullshit
As a child I was a dreamer
This man still yearns for peace
Less tolerant of liars
Quite focused on release
Of nasty mental illness
Roadblocks of the soul
Rite of subtle passage
As time tells me
I grow old….
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2011
