DUST IN THE LUNGS

Dust In The Lungs

It chokes as its breath is sharp
And the world that I live chokes even harder
I place it on my lap and look forth to see hope come
The harder I look I see only harsh weather
Just storms and storms approaching with great fury

There used to be a time when life was great
And hopes for better days was worth waiting for
Running or crawling the tunnel's end light beckons faster
Working then needn't be hard as life was easy and little work suffices
Now these only seem to be a tale
Told to us when our eyes refuse to close
Reminding us that our world is in its state of decay
And its inhabitants live in total dismay
That breath that once soothes the lungs
Now deams our sights with dust of hopelessness
Injures our throats when a big gulp of hope is taken
And blocks our hearts from cheerful optimism
Life; greedy glutton
Hope; fool's paradise
Still everyday we try hard to smile and laugh
And when we do
We laugh at the death of our sanguine expectations
Pipe dreams of the promised land
Exchanged with despair and disbelief
But someday we'll hear the sound of the rosiness gongs
And the sweet melodies from the sounding drums of reverie
And we shall dance and dance
And once again inhale the sweet breath that runs with good-life