The Many Poems of Larry Bernstein

Blowing in The Wind

My mind is set, cash in hand,
I'm on the set, my every move is planned-
but not by me, i'm blowing in the wind.

I'm on a collision course, the size of the world-
but my every breath depends on it,
though  I just stand, gold in hand-
I have the need to defend from it.
but it's bigger then I, it's as pure as sin-
and lonesome I, just blowing in the wind.

I take my spoils, that which i've earned-
But I lose myself, and all I yearn-
is behind me, but i can't turn around,
it's gone with the wind, without a sound.

I fly above it all, I haven't a care,
but disgusting destiny' with swamp green hair and bony hands, prods me ever harder-
as the wind blows, I know i'm no martyr-
but I am no god, though I doubt he is much smarter-
I'll let the wind blow, harder, and harder.

the longer I wait, the deeper it goes-
and the wind no longer blows, but it cuts-
and carries, and brings me along, in pieces,
I try to stand still,
though I can't stop it from singing deaths song-
I'll die by myself, but not truly alone-
I'll die with the dragon, that I once chased-
But now I am stone, and he's eaten my face.