112 ~ My Time Has Come Poem by stan pelfrey

My thoughts are lost,
my heart has gained.
In my situation,
not a damn thing’s changed.

The scenery is different,
but my ways are the same.
My attempts to avoid it
always end in vain.

I'm wasting my time,
chopping a tree.
A futile attempt
to make a bird fly free.

I'm sitting all alone
with no place to hide.
Keeps me thinking,
my souls stripped wide.

I continue to start things,
I know won't last.
But, it keeps me shooting
to kill my past.

My time has come,
to try and be a man,
And to quit thinking of things
I can't understand.
Life is not reality,
it's just caught up in thought.

My morning starts
with an early wake.
I'm off to somewhere
to spend the day.

I do the trivial things,
wasting most my time.
I feel guilty for it,
but I've committed no crime.

I like to smell the roses,
as I walk through my life,
It's good for me to do,
so it won't pass me by.

Watching the sun
passing through the clouds,
It seems to make
the world turn round.

If I'm confusing
do not be concerned,
for what I’m conveying
cannot be learned.

My time has come,
to try to live a different life,
Down the road not taken,
away from others with all their strife.
Life is nothing different,
just what has happened before.