Get back to where you once come from

things have come,
and, Lord, they've gone,
times have changed,
phenomenon,
lights have shined,
and glowed like fire,
then cooled down
into dark mire,
a place calls out
and beckons me,
blue-on-blue
is what i see,
cramped in freedom
in a bind,
locked in verbage
like i was blind.

1971