Nothing Worth Holding Onto

At the height of passion
when inspiration has room to exist in my heart
I find it hard to hold on,
and hard to let go
When i know it needs to overflow,
and i can't seem to do anything worth sharing,
with forces i have forgotten how to control---
Impulses trapped,
holding me back
leading me off track--
Forgetting how to harness,
arrest,
attest the flow of goodness,
My surroundings a mess,
Trying to keep the music in my soul
while covering new land,
Looking for the plan
that flew away so long ago--
left me alone-
to wander
in strange dimensions,
exhibitions,
inhibitions, the living conditions,
trying to make the most
with the parts of ourselves we are left with-
After getting banged around
in cities and towns,
where the human spirit is not acceptable to have around...
Locking away the spirit dreams
and what they mean,
humanity is not ready to see,
to be free,
We'd rather be ignorant
in our security---
Which is anything but...

And nothing worth holding onto.....

mk 2004