You
I’ve been thinking about the force of thought, been wondering why we turn away from goodness
As the weight of life comes tumbling down do we realize we’re dropping where the wind blows?
As I think about these days gone by, echo patterns  memories in my mind
Flesh that comes adheres, it just simply tears and withers so…
Privacy is mental, where’s my big solution? Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
As I linger in and out of making tunnels of your memory circles, 
castles dormant in the wind while the feeble grumble, there’s no resolution. 
I don’t know where I belong, but I belong here right now
Tilling landmines through the earthly dark while my grey walls muddle through these days
I don’t have no answer…no petty solution- for this mind pollution.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide…from you
© 1996 John C. Thomas