There's always a rainbow that happiness tends to swallow..
My epicurean ways are not the most alarming..
One might say..
That I might even be charming..
to some a nightmare and to others Christ reborn..
My time is borrowed..
My soul, if allowed, will grant me a stay a pardon..
Just a little while longer, one more taste, one more holler..
If you've come to hear a story, an interview..
Well, I'm sorry..
For I would not sell myself short, you won't get your monies worth..
To hear me say..
What you'd all want to hear..
When an image is given and you so try to fit in that mold..
After a while, you believe it, and then you've done sold your soul..
If the vanquished man is left hollowed inside..
What replaces it, you'd might say..
It's just something else..
Like the scarecrow who's missing his brain..
The Lion who misses his courage and the Tin-Man his heart..
The journey along the way, the places you'll go and the things people say..
All that consolidates your well-being..for better or for worse, on some sunny day..
Maybe Life for some is just out of reach, and to others, it's just a game people play..
~~the end
By Rick Weber
May 22, 2014
1940 hours
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