Varian

I’m sure the sun must be shining

But what the blue sky,

White clouds and warm rays

Look and feel like

I can only imagine

Or try and remember

What was real or my memory playing tricks.

I am stuck in a box

No way out

Just a way in

Where I must do the bidding

Of those on the other side.

I must do it well

Can’t make a mistake

Perfection is impossible

Yet, this is what they demand.

The hope of freedom.

The fear is the trapdoor beneath

That opens when one fails.

But, is this the real fear?

No, it’s trapped in the box

For all of my days.

I’m sure the sun must be shining.

I can only imagine!!

24th June 2003, Cary, North Carolina, Unites States of America.

-Richard