It seems as if I had been set adrift
for my entranceway into the world
squeezing free of my mother's womb
then swung into the air for a quick spank
and a huge gasp of air at the vast room
of the planet Earth that I now occupied
I was carried everywhere floating through the air
my infantile mind perceived it as flying
and when I was not flying I was dreaming
of drifting contentedly in a mass ocean
of warm milk smooth as silk stealing as
many swallows as I could without drowning
and then lazily burping as I drifted back to sleep
Oh, what premature decadence it was
what a premature decadence it was
Then I drifted into a gifted childhood
where my soul was uplifted by
all the talents fate permitted me
to be blessed with when I sang
my most angelic voice it made
other folks rejoice..........
the sounds I made gave them no choice
as they too drifted back to their
own childhood times and if all
of their dreams could have been made
visible the sanctuary would have been
filled with them as children
sailing about winglessly and
filling the rafters with laughter
filling the rafters with laughter
No one really got my drift as I
slipped silently into adulthood
I was a wandering minstrel
seeking to heal the rifts of
troubled mankind with some
lovely riffs from my guitar and
some pleading lyrics from my vocals
but peace cannot be sung into existence
it must be agreed upon by all
and my songs did not survive
the producers shifts through the
endless materials they received
and so my creative music drifted off
into eternity to join all the useless energy
When I enter my old age I will savor
all of the life that drifted past me
as my weary mind drifts and then
shifts to mourn all that I missed
because I was not picked to walk
among the few who had fame and fortune
granted to their resumes while I was
left to sing and played in the much smaller venues
But I will never wallow in my blues
even cheaply paid dues will accrue
satisfaction in the simple acts of
writing and vocalizing my views
even if most of the world never knew
and if I was asked if I would go back
to do it all over again to do it all
over the same way again I would
simply reply "10,000 times more my friends."
for it brought me sheer joy to spend
most of my days drifting around
the creative bends that blessed
my river of life.....
I will admit as I become too old to live
that life was also very nice
even in the smallest slice
there is and will be nothing as precious
as being allowed to exist here
and drift through all the pages fate grants us
and even all the *hit that I dealt with
is so much more worthy than oblivion
where one is never born
where one is never born
never born....
Marvelous music created, composed and
played by- Ingvar Tautra Copyright 2023
Lyrics and vocals written and sung by
Matthew F Blowers III copyright to 2023 at:
Art Whimsically Yours Studio
Photo from: my work copyright 2023
