DEAD MINDS
They go nowhere as their days are wasted,
From dawn until dusk they are in a bad way.
With all of their waking hours thoughts are formed,
Survival is a tiring adventure for those with dead minds.
They are going nowhere as they hope for only somewhere,
They move from here to there but accomplish little in despair.
There are dead minds of many a kind, wasting time,
The sun goes up and the sun moves around before it goes down,
They get lost with time, dead minds pass us by, all around.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Cynical; but that doesn’t make it bad. Honest expression of cynicism can be well-done. I’ll be honest with you Keith. To me, this doesn’t seem genuine. I’ve read a lot of your work, and I believe you’re capable of much better.
It was about teens who are doing nothing, I would see it all around.
On Fri, Apr 6, 2018 at 11:30 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
>
I don’t know what I would do without the gift of creativity. Well said!
Thanks for reading
On Fri, Apr 6, 2018 at 1:34 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
>
Woof: “Survival is a tiring adventure for those with dead minds.”
Thanks so much
On Sun, Apr 8, 2018 at 11:31 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
>