DISCIPLE OF DIRT By Tom Jensen
Just what will break the spell?
So many claim to know
Yet so few tell
Why is that so?
Maybe it's just as well?
To just let it go...
Ah what the hell?
There's only one way to know
Whether to buy or sell
On which road to go
There's only one man in the know
Though long ago he fell
So what's a disciple of dirt
Like me to do?
No one left to follow
No one to lead me
A blind detective
In a world full of clues
Only able to be captured
No one to free me
So many choices
Yet so little time to choose
I want to hide away
Where no one can see me
So much to gain
But even more to lose
I'll rest in the safety that
No one else will ever be me
So what if my book of poetry
Lies dusty on the shelf
My inspiration's been lost and found
By someone else
My dreams about tomorrow?
Ah who the hell even cares?
Everyday we all take
A good look in the mirror
And wonder if it's time
To face our fears:
Are we burned up?
Are we burned out?
Or maybe there's no flame at all
With no desire to climb
There's no risk to fall
So we stick to safe ground
Like a hamster on a wheel
Lacking love and hate
So there's nothing left to feel.......