Streets of Hay
By Peter Scott
United we stand
Under quivering light
Underestimated
Our positions only outlined
All committed to a cause
Morose, remorseful and self-deprecating
Gazing over an open sea
Of sensations
“Deal with us”
Spasmodically said
Each connected
Governed in a stale plight
Sorry
We all need a quest
Billowing from our fears
Bound by shed tears
The drive
Passionate purpose
Ever elusive
Moving us along
In moments love is too far from faith.
