Sewn in the shower

I stand under the stream like I’m in some strange dream
all the night I sailed unusual seas
in my wake memories surface behind me,

Memories of misguided youth, assumptions rashly made
after six decades that arrogance will hopefully fade,

I know now, I’m no nearer the truth
perhaps this coursing stream will renew my sense of hope
wash away the layers of doubt and fear
perhaps…

I pause now; the ever-busy world intrudes, stealing focus
tripping me, snares of delusion,

I’m not unaware of the tactics of my mind, just too weary
to take up arms again.

Chris
Adelaide South Australia