Refuge of Ill Concern
Cylindrical redemption be mine own
All that I will ever be all that I’ve known
Casting my fortune into the current brine
Beyond the breakers of white capped time
Fallen on desperate days my friend
Nothing to fight for nothing to defend
A one-man island knows no time
Lack of another breeds ill-lucid mind
Don’t seem to know the wrong from right
Can’t see the close of day nor the falling night
Questions aloud but it’s okay
I speak the answers its more fun that way
My hopes lay bobbing in a long shot boat ride
My mind a scandal flows out with the ebb tide
© Michael James Garland 9/19/2016
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