He walked a thousand miles....
With his head in the sand....
Did I not tell you the wild....
Can never be tamed?....
False security, with too long a time....
Spent without signs of threats....
So he chose to make a stand....
On the path of the raging bull....
Let sleeping dogs lie,
Alright!!.... sarcastic yell
Oh,
Oh well,
My breathe is mine....
And his is his....
But a sleep is not the same....
As a dead....
And I just saw tale movements....
Bruises left on flesh and hearts
By the circomstance mist
Evidence gather, ..
It’s too late for words now....
He walked a thousand miles....
With his head in the sand..
Did I not say the fool
Can never be thought
And wise words falls
Wastefully on death ears
While he laid burried
Under sand castles
What an interesting image you have created here.
ReplyDeleteWow, a lot to think about. Love "the wild can never be tamed" and "the fool can never be thought".......the image is startling, and funny!
ReplyDeleteThis is powerful stuff. I can see the man with the head in the sand (even without the photo LOL) and wonder at him.<> Just great!
ReplyDeletelove it,
ReplyDeletevery eloquent writing...
"the wind can never be tamed" - I especially like this line.
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