Conscious Deprivation

He has a fear of dying, though

Even in this land

Feels the sea tide pull him wider

Dreads his death upon the sand

With roosters ca-ca-crowing in the distance

He’s still afraid to die

And cannot wait to hold his children

But he’s terrified to fly

The warmth absorbs his love in pulses

He eagerly awaits the sun

Mornings tell him all is well

He’ll die and rot when day is done

I cannot fathom what he thinks

Before he falls to sleep

Thanks Anybody? Counts his Who’s?

And promises to keep

But, here, look again!

I think I saw a spark

His smile says today is different

I’m questioning the mark

Then sunny mountainside is shaded

Dark speck upon the land

His gaze is drawn; his heart stops cold

He doesn’t understand

A fleeting moment fantasy

He files it away

Too much to dream, to big to plan

Just work another day