by Jon Coe

Created on: July 30, 2011

Yesterday, I wrote of times gone by
The things I did, wondering why, I try
Inside of me, there is a burning desire
Blindly and with passion, I fuel this fire

The day beforehand, I sang my song
A different place, where things go wrong
I asked a question, what will become
An echo of my life, in this land of numb

Last week, I changed the way I thought
I discarded, all the things, I bought
Back when, there was an overwhelming trend
To buy up all the things, that couldn't mend

Last month, I was sure, I knew it all
Cementing, another brick, to hold the wall
I could rearrange my thoughts, in there
Surrounded by, the things, I couldn't care

Today, I see a glimmer of the path I took
A steering wheel and a different book
And when I think, about the things I fear
I see more of why, and how, I got to here

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