Just a Random String of Thought
By dan ankers
Relatively speaking, I’m addict and I’m tweaking
When I compare my thoughts to the blaring world outside
Because my thoughts are repetitious, and my choices rather vicious
How I see me and the throngs of folks abide
And if I don’t take things lightly
You see I write by strange light, nightly
And my wife a little woman like a dream
By my side when I am waking
Always urging, never speaking
Though I hear her as her wants become my own
And I’m not only me, you see
I’m a hundred voices deep inside
From the earth, all the way down
Into the bowels of hell
And it’s wants and always needs
Endless hurts
Assaults of greed
How this works I guess I’ll never get to know
The only thing that ever seems
To be consistently certain for me
Is that when I know
That knowing voice will always
In the end
Be left undone
