BILLY

two kids in a park;
smiling with the breeze, swaying with the flowers;
the setting sun...beyond dark, daylight cowers,
time for Billy and friend..to depart.

Thought Billy..no escape from mundane.

School in the morn;
and the shirt button torn.
Billy's mom gifted.
The same ol' road, and the fields of corn.

Thought Billy..no escape from mundane.

Seconds passes the batton,
the years win the race.
Billy has new specs.
And a new face.

Toxic age of sixteen,
a fiery heart but a troubled spleen.
Doctors wore a smile..
while Billy's parents; wiped off theirs.

The corner shop bike,
Billy's first love and a few alike.
Rich friend Dick; bought it on tuesday.
Billy hates the book;
he got on his birthday.

Thought Billy..no escape from mundane.

Open shirts n leather jackets;
smoking pots under blankets.
“starlit” Billy, the college fresshman.
Friends? Well..closed brackets.

The worm between lines;
ate Billy's days;
the jeans n jackets flew around.
For Billy; just a haze.

Ol' records n the second hand classic;
the british singer n the silent maverick.
His world wasn't dark..he just liked the windows shut.

Thought Billy..my world's a big rot...lemme out..lemme out...

Sophomore days; crippling zombie craze..
dripping hope...battered n cold..
from frozen heart..once ablaze..

the jackets went down;
the jeans smiled at the clowns;
the book worm was happy,
he was the king, he wore a crown.

Soaring figures defining future;
the one taken by all,
“machines will rule u Billy”
“the classic's trash..the culture's poisoned..
stop acting silly”

Cried Billy..I wnna be me..let me..let me.

Dead sparrow 'desire'; curved him a cynic,
he wrote no more..
common men..his subject of mimic.


But,
it aint autumn yet...
crescent bows bear the last maple..
he's a prince;
his kingdom ruled by merry people..

Cries Billy..in joy..I'll live in thee..I'll live in thee..m free..