If I could write a poem
to light the mind of men
I’d sing it from the rooftops
In hills and vales and glen
or maybe down the river
where the tide just ebbs and flows
or out in my back garden
where the apple tree just grows
maybe upstairs on the top deck of a bus
but the tired old bus inspector
might kick up such a fuss
and what about in Parliament
where things are getting dark
I’m sure they’d throw me out
for singing like a lark
If I should write a poem that blows a virtual fuse
I wouldn’t have to worry,
I’d fix it with the muse
for I’m as certain as I could be
but often times I’m wrong,
I don’t know what I’m doing here
and where I do belong.
I never seem to fit the jobs don’t seem to last
I’m like a walking shadow
made up of the past,
all my earthly worries no one seems to care
just you let them go, they’ll fall out with your hair
I could take them to a ‘cologist
but will he satisfy my soul
or is that just a word found upon a scroll?
am I just this body with a mind to make it move?
or am I my opinions without a proof to prove?
or am I all these feelings that circle in my heart?
or just a quiet witness that appears a world apart?
If you have found the answer,
dear reader please send it wrapped in words,
post it in a rain cloud;
and I’ll sing it with the birds.
Wojja Fink
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/electric-poetry/
