Planting Violets

planting violets in the night and nothing in the world seems right I feel I must give up the fight I fear that I may die the musketeers and robin hood have left the hero neighborhood without them I can do no good although I often try sometimes I feel that I'm a clown and still the stars keep spinning ‘round and down is up and up is down and bound I cannot fly I can't escape I can't let go of all the things I wished to know so tossed within the flux and flow I say this with a sigh a melody from outer space and memories I would not erase yet come to me in this dark place though time may pass me by but I'm still calm and realistic conversing with my inner mystic while ciphering my lost logistic to search the darkened sky