Just a Random String of Thought

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