Sometimes The Wind Will Blow
A Poem by Jim Nasium
In the haze of early morning
out in the middle of no where
the opium farmers sells dreams
that can only be had there
days spent chasing the dragon
lost in another place
he don't need to say a word
it's written all over his face
Out of the heat of mid day
he'll rest inside his hut
young girls fan and serve him
don't care if he's stuck in a rut
they are more than willing
to satisfy his every need
he sits with a needle in his arm
watching him self bleed
Safe in the darkness of night
he lay quietly alone
don't need his computer
a TV or telephone
he is in touch with
the forces of the universe
tomorrow he'll do it all again
things are getting worse
In the haze of early morning
out in the middle of no where
the opium farmers sells dreams
that can only be had there
you said you didn't want to stay
now you don't want to go
rain will fall now and then
sometimes the wind will blow...
©2004 Jim Nasium
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