Is Hair Fair

Mysteries open doors
where money can only beg and cry.
WORDS already SANCTIFIED
revealed hidden in your eyes.

What's left to uncover
when all covers are blowing in the wind?
Feeling so emptily depleted
missing out where others are going.

Faster speeding faster
you can't afford the rest.
Mouth infinitely pointed
while clenched fists repeatedly beat chests.

Brain spun on whom and why
squinting eyes cry out fora vision.
Why do some receive so much
while watching others die and do nothing?

Randall Paul Prazuch
Copyright 2000

Originally posted 2010-12-24 04:54:48. Republished by Blog Post Promoter