A Spot In Utopia

by

Thomas Granger

Gone from here, utopia, sent to a place I can't find.
It doesn't have to rhyme but it does have to sing
and do a little dance in my mind.

As it cannot come from nothing, the good spot I mean, in the back.
It does need to make me feel happy awhile
and fulfil the things that I lack.

Set in a tumbling motion, I said that I do need to speak.
So, take this away, I don't need it today,
I won't know where I'll be in a week.

Discover that people are wicked, in ways that I can't comprehend.
If I don't act the way that they like or they want
I'm guessing I won't be their friend.

It's too bad for all of the others who came to find feeling, at-last.
In my world of grief, it's beyond my belief
I can ever make up for the past.

Stuck here between now and never, looking to where I will go
Lost in the sun there is nowhere to run,
at-least there's a place that I know.

Coming right back to the ending, to the time I need to stop
You're not slowing me down, one little bit
you're just chasing me back to the top.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Boodle's Poodle
by: Estel Sowell
from: Palestine, TX, US

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