Writing On The Wall (poem)
The writing on a distant wall
Not sure of what it meant at all
With all which life had sent my way
I put it off another day
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I spent my dawns in mindless play
No source was found to cause dismay
Each wish was offered on a plate
Each fashioned dream I gladly ate
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And everything I did was great
My bliss became my constant state
In tranquility I fell
A life I got to know real well
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Into routine I somehow fell
As I would buy what life would sell
And so would pass my days and night
Another soul was lost in sight
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I still don’t know what brought the light
That everything was not alright
And to an end became resigned
Some answer which would ease my mind
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To writing I became entwined
The meaning I hoped now to find
Cell one-o-three I still recall
Was message left there on the wall