To Someone Somehow

A fear to freeze the blood within the veins
In which it runs in panic through the night
A deadly dread's ironic labor pains
Where people all say it will be all right
But it will not because it cannot be
While reason sleeps where rulers have gone blind

In the "New American Century"
My country lost its way then lost its mind
What little light is left is scarcely seen
And if it shines it seldom shines on me
So you might never know now what I mean

You reading this might wonder who I was
Who questioned in an unquestioning age
Might even seek yet not find me because
As a wanderer on a pilgrimage
I was once here but I am long gone now

May my words matter to someone somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

i found you. and stick by you. through thick and thin.

g`day dear cousin, the struggle go on, in this verse i feel a sense of relation to the sanctuary of country being a parallel to our own minds.

to lose ones way and to lose ones mind, and what little light that shines thru gives just a hint of madness, chilling!

i sense you have written this, To Someone, Somehow, as an epitaph and the impact is astounding.

it matters dear cousin, it matter to any free spirited reader or writer,
and only time will tell if the relevance of any or all of our word are felt in millenniums to come….

but it certainty matters to me...

take care dear stevie, love and respect, your cousin.