I’ve walked the city streets for years,
The feeling never leaves.
I’ve never felt so all alone.
The things my mind receives.
That every street that I might choose
Looks like the last I’ve seen.
Each house with regularity
Begins to look obscene.
We do profess that we would like
Our place in all of this.
And yet the string of rules and laws –
our greatest nemesis.
It truly is so very sad,
Our rules accumulate.
To just control the madding crowd
We over regulate.
These laws and rules we do abide
So narrow is the path.
While good guys have their freedoms cut
The bad guys vent their wrath.
We talk of moral turpitude
Of violence and sin
But if you wish to learn these things
The old TV tune in.
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Cheat and steal and rob and plunder
With sin and death and greed
In papers, magazines, and books
We glorify each deed
So when I need to feel again
I take a little ride
I go where nature does its thing
And turn back deep inside
Nine oaks way back in Illinois
A Kansas river fork
A river bank in Ohio
Canal banks in New York
On Mississippi river banks
The corn with morning dew
An eagle silent heaven bound
And yes, the Vedavoo
A thousand moments left in time
Where nature still runs free
Where God and all his promises
Are there for me to see
There’s not s single thing to change
His beauty is profound
Much more than this, His greatest gift
His love is all around
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I’ve seen or been with others there
At first I was confused
So many knew it was unique
Yet only seem amused
The city life with all its rules
Each one we must obey
We tend to live by them as such
Much easier that way
The rules all tell us where and when
And how and what and why
And yes they work, we get along
The favorite urban high
Psychology defined it all
Conformance quantified
The only thing that was left out
Was how to feel inside
It took me years to understand
Since none of them had blinds
They simply saw the apple tree
With orange thinking minds
COPYRIGHT – DR. JON C. FULFS – JULY 1992