listening to a voice…
an old soul speaking…
of Buddha..of Vishnu…of Christ’s doubts…for this world…for this world..

madder than a hatter…
with language placed on policed lists…
what should be read…and shouldn’t..
this will be decided for you…

the preaching against the tide….
be an individual…
leave the masses behind…
bring forth your own truth…

that’s what Jack did…
that is what a poet does..
there is solace in singularity….

this is the prophet’s life…
and yet it is always in question…
those in fear….those who never..
those who never…

to give-up all…
to travel a lonesome road…
to not want..
and we are called crazy…not normal….
oh….please count me in..

that voice….that old soul does not speak to you…
it never did….
or maybe …..you just didn’t listen…