Bewilderment , USA
The softest of whispers are as a shout
in dulcet tone speak to me now about
Murmur of echoes 'cross sub-concious fields
Let that which is heard this day be revealed
Impart subtle meaning to this my task
Intently I listen , a child who asks
"Are we almost there yet , where do we stand ?"
"How do I fit in this strangest of lands ?"
From these days so structured should I resist
in this small way define how I exist
Not as one cast from an all purpose mold
Let pass this chance to have my story told ?
Nay , I will not for some few also hear
that which to most merely falls on deaf ears .