Downhill Running

The furious curious crowd at my door
Demanding fast answers to sweet evermore
Downhill in baskets of woven conceit
Lost in their separate fogs of deceit
Greedily grabbing at shadowy straws
Filling their minds full of knowledge that cures
Keeping me busily fending for space
Running and facing this inhuman race
Knowing for certain they�ll leave me alone
Feeding the worms under well written stone
Seems to me lately I�m filling my time
Hiding from living and thinking in rhyme
Oh to be fishing or walking a lane
Enjoying the comfort of silence again