Old Poetry


I’m always chasing rainbows,
But never have I found,
The pot of gold
Where I’ve been told
All hopes and dreams abound.
And I’m always slaying dragons,
But lately it just seems,
I cannot find
The peace of mind,
That haunts me in my dreams.
Now I’m forever searching,
For darkness; in the light.
So I don’t see,
What cannot be,
I minimize my plight.
And lately I’ve been facing
The dark side of the sun.
I never feel
What can’t be real
I’m always on the run.
So in sad dreams I’m racing
In circles on the moon.
While my guitar
Is never far
From being out of tune
Yet still, I keep on looking
For flowers in the sand.
But they don’t grow
And in my woe,
I’m waiting for a hand;
To take me and to lead me
Wherever I am bound.
It’s never there,
I grab at air,
And keep on sinking down.
Well I thought that I could reach out
And touch my lucky star.
But I was wrong
To sing that song,
I could not reach that far.
kbgloves1 kbgloves1
61-65, M
Dec 6, 2012