Re: Riding Through / Will Dockery

Will Dockery wrote:
Riding Through
 This is not a happy world
we're living in.
This is not some happy poem
I can't pretend.
 Well you could have told him
to keep his ass in New York.
But you didn't
and that's understandable.
 It's in the a.m. and my thoughts wander
in the dark before the dawn
as I keep on keeping on.
 Tapped to the muse
my imaginary memory dream lovers
they are so real to me as am I.
 Yeah it's only me
but it hurts so bad
it could almost
be somebody real
somebody that has meaning.
 The