Has the world gone off the rails Lost all common sense When will woke end? Are we to become electric men?

Thoughts come and go Like a flowing river running through my mind Thought’s just come to mind Blooming colourful, sometimes

As the music paints a picture In this theatre A story unfolds A rap chorus I don’t know It has a disjointed beat

Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee I miss privacy The world is on silent stereo Miniature chips Microwave fries

As I float in the clouds My soul has found a home I can call my own As I meet the night Silver speckled sky

Is it 2023 I’m living in? Or have I woken up again In 1984 Before Marty McFly appeared at my door In his Calvin Kleins

This earthly experience Splashed in my face As every day I run this race Each at a different pace

I remember a time When your present and mine clashed Also crashed You forgot The friendship we had lost Never to be regained

In unison the raindrops fall Like water angels with never ending wings

Words can be held like a key Words can be read beautifully Written in black flowing ink Words make you think

As we sit and fidget The air does stink As we order our Tacos from Pretty in Pink A police golf buggy  drives by As the rhythm does sink

I only see my world as black and white There is no space for grey Like a bird with fluttering wings Flying in between the dark raven

Tell me the time someone The world has lost its sense of fun Mouths are no longer required In this icloud of woke Normal views now only

The face I carry daily That is not the true me Depression and emotional scars Confusion and history of life

As I see a miniature tsunami In the floating swimming pool This cruise, maybe isn’t so cool As I see the water sway from side to side

How I wished to escape Apollo 18 Divided north and south How I wanted to get out Finding keys

The passage of poetry is hard to find Do not disturb As I write a line Sometimes, it’s hard to find the time Effort and thought

Underneath a green palm tree That is Haiti, Ladabee Drinking a rum punch of Labadoozee Buying a papier-mâché fish

Auction day The colour of sound Amplified as the picture came alive The Auctioneer shouted sold So many times

Fantasy has smashed into my reality I couldn’t dream it Definitely, a case of My stomach being bigger than my boggled eyes Giant carousel