Given time I'll tread the path again
Hold my own in this crazy world of pain
Shake the shackles of all that's passed
Maybe learn to love myself at last

 

We look around and see the madness
The frenzied dash for more
All the while I'm wondering
If we can reach another shore

 

Some distant place where value is held
To be in people not their goods
Where peace and understanding
Are taught and understood

 

For in this land where cash was king
And now replaced by plastic
Our spendings planned by marketeers
Who show us things that are fantastic

 

But do we need them to live in peace
Or are they really too devisive
Those that can buy them with ease
And hate those that stoop to stealing

 

So take me back to a place and time
When spin doctors and marketing grime
Had never even been given a thought
Where people shared their tables
With strangers that had sought
A place to shelter from life's gales

 

(c) Rhumour
May 6th 2008