Strafeul Nation
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Will I ever be at peace
Will I ever find the peace
To count myself outside me
Concious of my pride

Content with who I am
Dwelling in my caverns
Hiding by my bride
Abiding to all new wonder

Never knowing why
Or where I mean to stay
Dreading over night
And swaying silent days

Away from all my wonder
Lasting where I will
Stop the time that passes
And still.