When Bob Dylan Sang

When Bob Dylan sang about
"The valley of dry bone dreams",
I felt my preconceived ideas
Tearing at their seams.

I saw the mucus gathering
From infected days and nights
And fear built up inside my soul
As it turned out all the lights.

I felt the flashbacks crashing in
The door I hid behind
And old confusion scattered all
The thoughts formed in my mind.

It's been so long since I was you;
My soap box still in place,
Fighting to right all life's wrongs
And save the human race.

I never thought to fail again,
But as his words hit me
The failure comes in brand new form,
My own conformity.


© 2002 Pam H. Murray

May 30, 2002