Journed to Find
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I'm so deprived
Console my rage
Riot in my mind
Trapped in my place

A cage reeks of freedom
A calm reaps my face
And makes me seem feeble
My rage is replaced

I know that I venture
Between lands of sloan
And on this adventure
I am on my own

Alone with my mentor
The world is my home
The clouds mark my entrance
A tomb waits in stone

I know that I wonder
They know how I rise
They seek to find dreams
A slice of surprise

They tow on my pathways
Do leave me to find
The instance of conscience
A much of my mind