Colin F. Jones

I WONDER

I wonder if the dreams I have,
Could be transposed to dwell in peace,
That all the sounds of guns and shells,
From my memory could cease.
That everyone thought I was nice,
Cared enough to tell me so,
Who would listen to my advice,
Without the need to say “I know”.
That people would just listen,
With a need to understand,
That I could be freed from this prison
That nature carefully has planned.
But it is only had I lived no life,
That peace of mind I could command.