Strifting Towards
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

I feel I'm too good to hide my feelings within
I feel I can fly - I feel I can swim
I feel like in this world I can do anything
Like there is no end to my splendour

So please! Baby! Stop the voilence!
Bring back the world as it used to be
Please! Save! Compell the malice!
That still everyday here abuses me

Should we flee or live lucratively?
In the illuminated shadows deluded yet free
Dusty as ragdolls confused and in sleep
Dormantly awaiting the future

So please! Lady! Drop the knife!
Get a real job and live your life
Be obidient and follow your benevolent master
Or else this fair world will reach it's distaster