Don't Wait Up
All aboard my selfish play
Do I not wreak havoc with my muse?
Sands of my mind
Flubbing the gears of good reason.
Ahhh!
Who seconds this motion?
I suspect none or selfless one.
The window to the horizon
Where I can seize only mirrored glimpses,
The muted sky contacts the ocean,
And caterpillars laugh on what they will become.
Flowers bloom at once in colors unbeknownst.
I will cry a baby’s tear and whisper the wind of change.
I twirl circles in the flattened square.
Pushing through unseen walls.
High over mountaintops seeds plummet from wings.
And scatter there.
Awaiting my fashionable return.
Do I not wreak havoc with my muse?
Sands of my mind
Flubbing the gears of good reason.
Ahhh!
Who seconds this motion?
I suspect none or selfless one.
The window to the horizon
Where I can seize only mirrored glimpses,
The muted sky contacts the ocean,
And caterpillars laugh on what they will become.
Flowers bloom at once in colors unbeknownst.
I will cry a baby’s tear and whisper the wind of change.
I twirl circles in the flattened square.
Pushing through unseen walls.
High over mountaintops seeds plummet from wings.
And scatter there.
Awaiting my fashionable return.
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