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making time loosing my mind
by Carl WalkerWhere are they going
Where will they be found
What are they looking for
Before theyre buried in the ground
What journey are they on
What missive to deliver
Im Standing in the cold
and Im starting to shiver
Watching this parade
Wondering wholl be first
Feeling a terrible hunger
and having a terrible thirst
Whats the answer
Where will it be found
Will I find my prize
Before Im buried in the ground
Searching the passing faces
hoping for a touch
looking for religion
hoping for a crutch
where am I to be bound
as I join the stream
seeking myself
before Im buried in the ground
when I look deep in my heart
and Im not sure I like what Ive found
can I ever change it
before Im lost and pushed down
shut your laughing hole
and stop your snickering
who are you making your bargain with
with who are you dickering
you make believe
you like what youve found
youve bought your truth
like treasure buried in the ground
Where are we going
Where will we be found
What are we looking for
Before were buried in the ground
Where are you going
Where will you be found
What are you looking for
Before youre buried in the ground
03/04/2008 Author's Note: I�m sittin on the back porch
Looking over the meadow
I�m thinking I see something moving
Down over yonder
Deep in the woods
Moving through the trees
Yep, there goes another one
Another one
Like others I�ve see before
I used to wonder where they were going so strong
�cause their face was set
With no real direction
But they seemed to be makin good time
Posted on 03/04/2008
Copyright © 2025 Carl Walker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/06/08 at 02:18 PM A refreshing, though somber, take on the ancient question, "Why are we here?" One that all of us must face hopefully successfully before we are buried six feet under. |
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