Soft Green Fields

This poem is about my mind and heart and where they belong; my philosophy of life.

In times of war and times of peace
there lies a fountain underneath
a vestibule of lies and truth found naked
twice removed from my aching head.

Times come and seasons go
i've traveled the road to the meadow
i've lain in it's soft green fields for an hour
but I make my home in a pristine, glass tower.

Why did you leave me standing in the center of the driveway?
I've never felt this way before
I've found solace in hay and slept all the rest of the day
waiting for you and learning my dead lore.

I've got no memories worth saving for tomorrow
They've all been flushed down to the sea
Do you have some crutches that I could borrow?
I'm sick of all the great apes taunting me.

Times come and seasons go
i've traveled the road to the meadow
i've lain in it's soft green fields for an hour
but I make my home in a pristine, glass tower.