As I watch the thunder heads intimidate the pass
I wonder if my thoughts are complete
How can I live if any regrets appear
Am I as bad as I've been told
Is there credibility within the critict
Who always seems to be in the shadows
Waiting for me to faulter.
Have I begun to list
Under the stresses and pressures of life
Has the weight of time finally eroded all that was
good
I'll keep searching for vindication
And never see where I stood
As I look behind all I see
Are those tramplewees laying lifeless
Testimony of my crusade
The answeres aren't in back of me
They still lay far ahead
06/23/98 (Jim's birthday)
Copyright 1998, James S. Hagen
I stood on a hill next to the mountain of dreams
as I looked up I was astounded it was much taller
than it seemed. My mind was full of thoughts galore,
I couldn't see how tomorrow could possibly follow
today.
She came to me through the misty rain, handed me the key to her heart, but with the rain the lightning came crashing down and the thunder was angry. The river rose and I was left behind, never to see her again.
Leave me alone solitude, I think I might get misty. Give me some wine if I drink it in time you know I'll get dizzy. Step away from the phone if she knows I'm at home, it might ring....
The alarm clock awakens me from my slumbering sleep, my eyes are dreary as a new day begins.
06/23/98 (Jim's birthday)