The Danger Of Things
Lately my mind is in overdrive
It seems my mind is not recognizing time
I wonder… Is it craving flight
Or a good old-fashioned me I fight
Or maybe a catastrophe
From under thinking my over dreaming
I’m afraid my mind no longer sees
The danger of things
It seems my mind is always craving
A restless dreamless sleep
It seems my mind would discard the flesh
And take a wild ride
On a near-death flight
As a cold wind blows
Through the hole in my ego
The ego I should have discarded
Before this madness started
Impersonating An Angel
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 