Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Rat race

Ezra finally decided
He's not staying around
It took hefty amounts of thought
And silver balls of steel
The final escape is real.

He had it with his town
Crowded streets 'nd busy malls
"Have to" people plain as dolls
Might as well be empty halls
Ezra's keeping his seeds
Here they'll grow to be weeds.

Finally the bags are packed
The moment came
With no turning back
Or even a peak out the window
His country is already a widow.

The years passed by
Not quickly,  not badly
Ezra is settled, gladly
Where seasons roll
He gave the quest his all.

Where men took life
Like a smack on the face
Ezra went against the norms
And  abandoned the rat race.