Under the Green Desk Lamp…
Force in the world,
The grinding of time
Is the sense of absurd.
Futility tracing its
Claws down your back,
And leaving its markings
On minds sorely wracked.
Then doubts do set in
And preponderance lost,
So shifting with worry
To escape at all cost.
When realization
Makes fools of us all,
Stand tongue-tied and mute
Never hearing that call.
Not too late does it happen
That sudden release,
Understanding, acceptance,
And finally, peace.
-Brad OH Inc.