RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR
The Blank
The ability of the mind to see
Whatever we might want to be
To mold and bend reality
To shape it to our will
To make the river still
The empty glass to fill
and drink
We are living in a dream
Not caring what it means
Tearing at the seams
We walk our lonely roads
Disguising what it shows
And hiding what we know
to be true
We’re filling in the blanks
While offering our thanks
To all within the ranks
Of those who do not care
Who fix their eyes and stare
While sitting in their chairs
of comfort
We must find another way
To greet the light of day
To guide a lamb that strayed
To find our way back home
No more to blindly roam
Like children left alone
and lost
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