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Writer's pictureClint Haugen

It's A Wicked World We Live In When . . .

Pressure is building up in the head

A squeeze of the soul 

A knot in the arteries 

Better do something before I am dead


A reaper gaining ground

My shadow on my floor 

Opportunity knocks at the door

Better get up for another round 


Moments passing me by

A clock that haunts 

Forgetting everything I was taught

While I try to touch the sky 


A love lost out at sea

Someone

Somewhere

Searching for me 

But I am stuck in infinity 

Unable to see anything clearly 

My reflection gasp at me

He fears what he will see when he see's me


Money talks 

   But the mind walks the man

   It was a plan so grand

     It was destined to fail

A spinning plane 

   As the passengers bail

     The captain jumps off of his ship

         While she tells me that we were never even in a relationship

Crashing down to earth

   I see my birth 

    And it all happens again

     Over and over again

    Unable to change

     Unable to rage

    Just a monkey

      That can’t get out of his cage

Stuck in a loop

Stuck in the cosmos 

Stuck at home with a screen

Stuck trying to understand what all the signs mean 

Eating cookies in my kitchen

As the belly grows

The skin starts to look old

As the soul screams at me to go out and be bold

But I can’t hear my soul’s scream through all of the noise on my screens . . .


No, 

   I can’t hear my soul’s scream

       Through all of the noise on my screens . . .


The soul starts to bleed

    And the news stations think that’s a lead

It’s a wicked world we live in

   When it is your soul’s bleeding

        That gets the world reading . . .


All while

  Pressure is building up in the head

   A squeeze of the soul 

     A knot in the arteries 

      Better do something before I am dead



A reaper gaining ground

   My shadow on my floor 

     Opportunity knocks at the door

     I had better get up for another round 



Moments passing me by

   A clock that haunts 

     Forgetting everything I was taught

       While I try to touch the sky before I die



CH 4/22/24

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