Our crazy world today.
Falling hope - bills of May.
Where to go - no pay.
Endless pit hopes fray.
Morals gone, GODS dead.
That song - lost Fred.
Treadmill glory, hope today.
Rat race winner - dead pay.
Tomorrows song erased today.
Mega-monsters, silly ways.
Love wrapped plastic hay.
Frozen still, only May.
Endless agony, terror flight.
Broken dream, scar on might.
Step by step, steal parts.
Ending slowly, never marts.
from my poem book - DREAMS