The Poet     Words & music by J. D. Haring

I'm leavin' in the mornin', don't worry, I'll be fine.

Everything will come around, eventually, in time.

Now & then it's hard to see a little further down the road.

And harder to remember that we're built to stand the load.

 

Chorus         It's a long way back to your destiny.

          Where memories, are resurrected dreams,

          you know, them big old clouds of dust

          Get the best of me sometimes,

          And make it hard to see, but, the poet knows,

          The poem doesn't always have to rhyme.

 

Verse & phrase, his heart's ablaze with passion for the life.

Searching for the wisdom that will cut you like a knife.

The line is fine that's drawn between the crazy and insane.

The race is on with time that's gone, & time that might remain.

 

He'll find the rhyme in others' lives, but seldom in his own

Lost somewhere inside himself, he finds himself alone.

If he could only find someone to echo his refrain,

He wouldn’t have to wonders, if he gave his life in vain.

©J. D. Haring2003