Held
Whos in control?
Of the life and the love and the ticking of the clock
in your life?
And in mine
There are hands that hold
and some that hold down
there are those that swim
and those that drown
So you try to put your heart in the middle
the second son
but the wheels fly off and the roof comes down
thy will be done
There are hands that hold
and some that hold down
there are those that swim
and those that drown
oh give of the heart, of the head, of the guts
give of the time you have left
looking for meaning in a sea of selves
the mute and the blind and the deaf
There are hands that hold
and some that hold down
there are those that swim
and those that drown
you
A very nice (and ominous a little? lol) poem, James. ^-^ Thank you for sharing this.