The Root Of Confusion
Driving down this country road,
feeling like I’m growing old.
Windshield wipers are keeping time,
as I mull things over in my mind.
The day is dark, dreary, and wet.
How much darker can my mind get?
I try to find some sort of pattern.
Thoughts are circling like the Rings Of Saturn
It is not a mystery
as many say it seems to be.
Round and round
goes the secrecy.
No way ever to
set yourself free.
Sometimes the meaning
starts to become clear.
Then it blurs
and leaves me in fear.
On I drive, on this miserable day.
My destination, I cannot say.
I don’t know if I can go on?
Yet, I must. It’s not a con.
Someone like you can understand.
Why it is so hard for a man.
My thoughts keep spinning with no focus.
I don’t even know what the joke is?
It is not a mystery
as many say it seems to be.
Round and round
goes the secrecy.
No way ever to
set yourself free.
Sometimes the meaning
starts to become clear.
Then it blurs
and leaves me in fear.
I’ve gone so far I’ve lost my way.
I am not even sure of the day.
It is not a mid life crisis.
I’m still young. It’s what the price is.
I could be lost for eternity.
Till someone makes it clear to me.
It’s the way it is when in this trap.
If I only knew where I was at?—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)