A Fine Line

Drifting ‘tween the lines
of logic and insanity
I’m the full stop guy
here to save humanity
What little hope
in me I had
I sold for beans
to a faraway land
My glasses fogged
I begin to sail
I fix my hair
and jump the rail
I’m in the race
Not doing too well
If I’m not good
I’m going to hell

Forgive introspection
as mindless reflection
For matters of the heart
require closer reception
It’s sink or swim
in this godless void
So pardon me
if I sound annoyed.

A slave is no slave
when the master is gone
and the door is then closed
on all that’s done wrong.

© The Drummer Poet


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