I WENT TO SLEEP LAST NIGHT

Lay there do I watching, this screen of moving pictures with sound,

Slowly as I am thinking, closing my eyes and just listening to words.

That which I was listening too becomes a mixture of now forming visions,

I went to sleep last night and disappeared into a world of imagination.

I could fly, jump into the air and stay there, no day or night in sight,

Unusual adventures were before my mind, no sense of any kind.

Why am I afraid of what appears in the night, made up pictures tonight,

I went to sleep last night and found myself walking through fields of delight.

We walk into a dream to escape our daily scenes, things become confusing,

Fore where does the dream begin and the nightmare end.

Keith Garrett

I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO COME HOME

Went away that day, a while ago as I’m not sure in time,

Was I lost or did I just seem lost inside, hiding from what?

At this point not sure of what I’m trying to say, my thoughts,

I was sent here to join in on something that should not be real.

It takes a part of you away, destroys deep inside, that’s where I hide,

I wasn’t supposed to come home, I feel guilty and all alone.

Why was I sent away, they did not come back with me that terrible day,

I should be with them by their sides, I can cry but why am I here alive?

I wasn’t supposed to come home, I am alive! they all died.

Keith Garrett

I WAS SO YOUNG AND SO WERE YOU

A child, running and playing, you were seven in nineteen thirty nine,

A different world, another time, a boy with a father and mother,

Your family of brothers and sisters, you were so young, full of life.

Before we met you made your way throughout this big world,

In nineteen sixty nine, I was seven, I was so young and so were you,

A life ahead of me was to be as I like you would run and play each day.

It’s kind of funny, you were thirty when I was just born, a young man,

I was just starting out, someday I would grow to be like you, this was to be,

I became a little older than you at fifty three, forty six years apart now for you and me.

Keith Garrett

I WALK THE MILES

I travel my days throughout the land,

Each step that I take stronger I am.

My path is planned as I walk the streets,

Known am I for the journey I keep.

My pace is fast, my eyes always see,

What’s around cannot touch me.

My head held high with somewhere to be,

The faces I see always see me.

My legs take me far and where I need to be,

I keep them moving so nobody will catch me.

I walk the miles, they never stop,

So many miles I’ve walked in my time.

Keith Garrett

I WALK ALONE

Never am I alone, I am a man who walks alone,

On my own, through the streets, a path I choose.

Step by step it is my shoes that take me away,

These feet move fast and far along the road.

My thoughts are my companion as I roam the land,

This journey not always understood as I understand.

Miles and miles are mine to see, my footsteps are me,

Free to walk with the wind, shackles taken from my skin.

Not a prisoner am I to the everyday money game,

When I walk then I am in charge, I am the captain.

I walk alone fore there is in me a mission of purpose,

I walk alone, never on my own.

Keith Garrett

I VISIT DIFFERENT WORLDS

There is a magic, a certain talent which takes me away,

Allows me too see things and places real or not so real.

In books there lies an escape from this reality when wanted,

Pretending you can be someone of fame or fortune in a moment.

Travel to far off places of beauty seen or can never be seen,

Dream and visit the world from where you sit, different scenes.

I visit different worlds with a pen, written words that change a picture,

It costs me not a penny to be on my way, to journey to impossible places.

Imagination between pen and book gives me many choices of wonder,

I visit different worlds from gifts of a pen, thoughts, and imagination.

Keith Garrett

I TURNED NINETY FOUR

Do you recall being thirteen, So long ago for me, Like a dream,

Playing with friends, girls, and boys whom I haven’t seen for years.

Where are they, I wonder If my old schoolmates are alive, once a child,

Growing up as a teen full of energy, malt shops, drive-In movies, and T.V.

A few friends still In touch with Is a most special gift of all, I recall,

Vietnam came along, A sad song, some boys I once knew are now gone.

Times have changed, music, cars, dancing, and those long lost childhood ways,

I was once thirteen with dreams of growing up and having a wonderful family.

These things of wonder are now all gone, once my future now the past,

I was at a time very young playing In the sun, Sitting here now I am old,

I turned ninety four, memories of a life playing In the sun with friends now gone.

Keith Garrett