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When reality comes
to your bed,
as you search for words,
which you have read.

There will be time,
when danger is near,
and your memories,
will disappear.

Talk to me about tomorrow.
Talk to me about today.
Talk to me, about when,
my beloved goes away.

Spare me the platitudes,
those I don't need,
just share in my sorrow,
and provide my soul with feed.

It did rain,
plants wet with dew.
Thinking of memories,
about me and you.

Fill the pot slowly,
before I can't
have the strength.
Should I now rant?

Rant about things,
out of our control.
A wasting of life,
oh, what a toll.

A rumble of
voices, a noise.
A babble of tones,
do you suppose,

people conversing,
talking along,
so many topics,
a mumbling song.

Abandoned as a child,
forsaken as a man.
Roadblocks to a path
to succeed. I know I can.

Forever we go.
Forever we stay.
Forever, a lifetime.
Forever ends, some day.

I may appear to be calloused,
when I don't care anymore.
That's far from the truth,
for improvement in writing, I implore.

The weather was wet,
the campfire was strong,
as the "Snap, Crackle, Pop",
were lyrics to a song.

How hot the flame,
to burn wet wood,
still wet, it will steam,
popping is not good.

What is romance?
What is love?
What in the World
am I thinking of?

No, I'm not in love,
not much of a chance,
unless, of course,
with my wife, I could dance.

To wander,
to search,
the World,
looking for
love or
adventures to
assure our
curiosities.

Is this
what we
are? Nomads,
in search
of the
the bread
of life,
for love
of a wife.

Go down under,
go yee soon.
Do it now,
before a full moon.

You must be crazy,
or perhaps, just daft,
for your behavior is
similar to witchcraft.

Why are the embers,
glowing red,
while the fire burns
above our head.

Do you understand,
do you not know,
when fire surrounds you,
there is no place to go.

Fire is like
emotions in life,
we all will experience
a type of strife.

The pressure of life,
occurs every day,
you can't escape it,
by running away.