PANDORA'S BOX By Tom Jensen
Closed is Pandora's box
Now there is no
face on the clock
As this new day begins
so surreal and sublime
Glide with the ebb and flow
Watch a once high tide
now grow low
As the sea dances
in its endless pantomime
On the banks of this shore
One needs one's self
And nothing more
There's no reasons,
no rhymes
And thus everything
is fine
Just four seasons
of sunshine
The only killing is
that of time
There are no words
That can hurt
Nor lessons once taught
Now needing
to be unlearned
Just a fire that burns
Yet does not scorch
Acting as a beacon
And as a torch
Helping to light the way
For all those who've
Been led astray
Neither at work
Nor at play
Is where I've come
to find myself today
Lost freedom has been gained
How could you
ever be the same?
Now self-aware
of a life without ego or crime
Tension has been released
Finally your mind is at peace
Being here alone
is like traveling back in time
Our fate still has yet
to be sealed
A glimmer of hope
Has since been revealed
No soldiers on the battlefield
War has ended
And time has healed
Returning to the days of yore
A glimmer of hope
Has since been restored
Neither at work
Nor at play
Is where I've come
to find myself today
Here along the banks
of this shore
One needs one's self
And nothing more