Emerge, Sustain, Fool, To Gain

Poem By David Lacey

Emerge, Sustain, Fool, to gain
All for a slip of the tounge, For a peck upon the cheek

Tambourine dust unsettled, Sweet dreams and all that jive
I must love you now and leave you, 'till you learn to push the tides back in your stride

Thank the Goddess, her gift, her gratitude, servivitude to her cause, for a dream to keep you running.

Does the death toll, heavy on your conscious
Does your heart have any say in the matter?
Sentiments echoed down the years,
In succession, each in turn, turning on the child of the latter.
Through fields of maise, a maze of fears, through streams of tears, unphased
We'll keep on running 'till our time is done, Running, shunning those that have been blinded by the light, those who get there kicks beating on the young.
I've been crawling on my knee's so long, so long now, I couldn't give you a definition 'fun'

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