All in your head (1st poem of 2015)
Life feels so alive in the days and hours before you're dead
By trance or meditate but do discover it's all in your head
It will be too late if you wait too long so ring in the moment with a song
Slow things down not by chance yet in a trance with a song to fix what's wrong
Big wave riders see real light in musicians who are mediums for a crowd
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subjects of poets on primal paths along with salesmen, outlaws + preachers traveling in the dark
It will be too late if you wait too long so ring in the moment with a song
Slow things down not by chance yet in a trance with a song to fix what's wrong
Sitting around the camp fire to cook, for warmth & protection along the long paths
What is that we types that travel hear like song? Is it wind or a dire wolf?
Only one's all in your head but both could and may kill you dead; poor fool played his ace too early.
Oh, it's all in your paranoid head;
And still it's instilled in those who believe in true trance it is all in your head and not living life by chance
Come on, now, let's dance in a new year
That defeat is all the fear in your head,
Have a drink on me and watch it disappear
Oh, it's all in your head
(Alive and then dead)
Written January 2, 2015
By John Alan Conte Jr.
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