You Wake Up To Find Out Black and White Are the Same
You Wake Up To Find Out Black And White Are The Same
He said, yes, fear Fate when curves destroy the straight line
When the circle turns into a huge blacken square
And malignant rocks are the food on which you dine
And your saddest night's memories are what you share
Life spins out its tangles to catch cowardly fools
And dawn dances on the sweet memories you hold
Your build your comfort house on sand, with rusty tools
Loss catches you because on folly you are sold
Rumor and lies fly in to create a false truth
Your few friends believe you to be stark raving mad
You try and try to salvage your sad failing youth
Nobody believes your because tall tales are bad.
Life seems to be wrong and a most vicious game.
You wake up to find out black and white are the same.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov. 5th 1975
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023
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