Walking along the railroad tracks,
Thinking of life,
expecting death...
I try desperately to acknowledge
What it is the mark that I have left.
Society plays the lead role,
In the questions that I face.
And daily I encounter
Yet another form of the human race.
Equally I look back at them,
With blank and vacant stares,
I turn to walk away from them,
But my questions are still there.
So I make up my own game,
And play my own lead role,
And let the rules of “Simon says “
Take upon them its toll.
Copyright ©1992 AngelaSchleicher
Cool poems, nice thought, down with Simon says!
Thanks! I really appreciate that! I wrote this one when I was still in high school...