“Spare a thought for the wild ones who missed the show”
08/08/2020
An ocean of color and light
A forest of darkness and mist
The ripe fruit of life take a bite
Look closer and see what you missed
The grindstone keeps us subdued
Perpetuate, get done and do
Whatever you feel is the right thing to bring
As we love and dance and hope and sing
And every breathe life starts anew
Praise the lord and praise the horde
Of chaos, ticker and dash
The brazen ones so brash
That reality claims them
From our good city
Like a shark rising from the deep
There’s lives such a pity
Til death when they sleep
So wish me well
I escaped from hell
The deep didn’t claim me
And all that I can see
Is an ocean of colour and sound
The beauty of freedom I found
For forever and onwards
For the rest of my days
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It’s a little thought about tragedy of the modern world that the most wild and reckless members of society are the type to get locked up and have their spirits hobbled by incarceration. Their own volatility and ticker is they’re undoing and they miss the greatest show on earth, love and life, colour and sound and all the glory of freedom that most take for granted.
I only narrowly avoided life without parole and feel incredibly blessed to be back in the world of the living. Spare a thought for the wild ones who missed the show.
