In this crazy world we live in,
where life is a light flashing wan;
where people will rush;
where a will is still hushed;
bewitched, befuddled, be gone;
in a reckless world such as this is,
where countless the numbers demand;
where all is at stake and nothing can wait,
no one shares, no one cares, no one can.
A mother holds on to her children,
the father will swallow his pride;
and all in all, it’s a wilderness call,
where everything’s hidden inside.
In a wild wooly world which this is,
where work and toil doesn’t rest,
all that is lost dissipates at a cost,
in the fight for the right to just live.
A billion more voices are still making choices,
where no one knows how, why, or when.
In the reckless nonsense, complaisance;
alive where it thrives as is.
A freedom at cost, is where everyone just
gives and lets live where they must.
Where the mind holds on to a difference,
but the real will bear no such thing,
the most common truth is the variance of proof,
while the world spins along on a string.
In the wild wooly West that once was,
where cow-tunes were once sung as songs,
and strife was all sung, both the poltroon and wrong,
but still it was life all along.
©2013,Marvin Loyd Welborn
Revised 12 June 2013