To the Rabble Inside
by cricketjeff on December 26, 2013. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I used to let imagination wander,
Whenever it would go, without a care.
But now I find I’ve little left to squander,
An unfenced mind is tricky to repair.
The little men inside me used to babble
And I would listen in on idle thoughts
But now they’re incoherent like the rabble
That chant abusive nonsense at most sports.
It’s Christmas now, a time for looking forward;
I need to set a course, I’m all at sea.
Do I raise sail and set my heading shoreward
Or let tomorrow drift away from me?
When New Year comes I hope that I shall find
The strength I need to redirect my mind
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