Deliverance (2008)
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

 

I'm confused with all closed doors
I see outside the prison walls

I see high to the clear blue skies
I see all of my kites fly by
I see plans that float through the air
I see a long way when skies are clear

I see the moon rising up by the rim
Of the world atmosphere so bleak and thin
I see the stars shimmering as they swim
Away to further places in this cold space

It's dim like a haze
We all flee from the race
Our hearts fleet with disgrace
As we seek what we call

Deliverance.