Heaven Scented Discontentment’s Poem by David Lacey

As sour eyes wash over the face of time we’re loosing sense of ourselves,
Seems we're loosing our minds, searching, only to discover
That the blind have been leading the blind so long
They're forever lost to desert dust. Where do we go from here?

Are we destined to follow Mr Rabbit down the hole?
Always skirting on the verge never having the nerve to thrust deep
Down into perversion, never to trust in the diversion
Offered by means of lust, never to know.

Are we to continue upon our journey, upon our Trip
As we salt the snows of winters past, as we strive to avoid slipping
Upon a soul on ice, upon a coat of winters frost.

The summers gone the rains are falling,
As cycles turn to turn again,
As birds in their calling reveal in flight
A burning trail across the sky realm,
Sky bearing still, heaven scented
Discontentment’s, Sky bearing still the intent of never asking why?
Why she may never take steady at the helm.
Why she was always beaten if she was to cry,
To shed a single tear, why?