Occupational Terrorist

So – pause one moment, and look around.
Can you capture the worlds open skies?
Will you smile? And don’t you hear the sound?
It’s life. Now you may open your eyes.

With a whoosh -
And a whish -
The world goes by.
As I’m searching for an occupational therapist.
With the ins -
And the outs –
And I just ask why?
Maybe what I needs an occupational terrorist.
I have these green trees flowing on me.
With disastrous complications -
On my minds own cunning.
As I wake up to my tragic story.
With hilarious confusion –
I shudder yet still sing.
But tomorrow is another day yet,
While I open these gates to consciousness minority.
Like dreaming what it does feel to forget.
While I’m sitting through nights –
As I’m becoming my history.

So – pause. For time. And I’ll look around.
For the rapture of this worlds open skies.
And I’ll smile, and I’ll listen for sound.
It’s life –
Why is that such a surprise?

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 4th October 2004