This is from my days alone here – relatively.
Walk tall as if your head
is in the clouds, and damn
the fools who frown
Dreams are the titans
of our darkness –
floating, colourful and intangible –
air castles inside our
running amok among the cotton
fields up there around our ears –
ear muffs that might help defend
us against the brutality
of this world.
Visualise your goals, and set
the titans free in a race of all time.
Life bursts its door wide open
and our curiosity should be piqued.
My brows are creased –
my curiosity is furiously
furrowed as I become enthralled,
and grasping – always grasping –
but, I don’t feel
Instead I am cast adrift
on the waves of the music seeping
through the cracks left to me
once I’d slammed the door shut –
its fluid curves, clarify
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