Yea now I am among the ones
My teachers tried to have me read
Those who make words float
So eloquent with ease
While deep inside a place a time
They took – Oh well do hear
Why I take time as they did
To grab the mind and steer
It far from where present is
And out of touch, you may say
We poets are a funny lot
But never fear dismay
So now I take my mind aloft
Dare I come down to you?
So you can scorn my every word
Yea out of touch but true
I am so much of the time
Cause I do need to always be
FREE from where you have jailed
Your mind in agony.
From Thoughts Out of My Mind 1988