TIMES


There are times at night when I find myself in deep sleeping
And then in ghostly form, I catch myself somehow strangely competing
With memories compressed, forgotten, somehow caught in the whirl of haunted strife
While dealing with the ups and downs of a confused and struggling life
And discover that I am lying in a pool of emotional blood caused by too much thinking
While somehow fighting my way to the surface from the depths of dreaming
Trying to understand the grouping and the linking
That raced just moments before in a strangely disturbed streaming
Where questions come forward in a rush of issues all claiming
The time I cannot afford to relinquish and so I stand there alone and straining
Against the will of memory over logic denying a peaceful desire for a simple life
Forgetting the errors of my life so fervently causing pain in their haunting.