Lazy Hazy Crazy Daze

What was that thought that held my mind in thrall?

That hides in side the busy of it all.

Could it have been a waking dream of fear?

A nightmare's twisting rush too near.

The day has clouds that gather in to boil

Across a reddened sun in toil

To warm my chilling heart with light

As once more lost I face the night

What was that thought and did it hide at all?

Or did I close my mind again to difference and new?

My atavistic soul would know my pain

If ere I opened up that door again

Just leave me here to waste away my days

Content to wander in this ever rhyming haze of daze

Reviews

[Mark]

A fuzzy sort of poem, well put together and reminds me a little of one of my favorite authors, Samuel R. Delaney

[Donald Meikle]

It was a fuzzy sort of morning. There've been more of them lately!