Taming rhymes, spilling lines,
taking note of changing times.
Throwing the world on its’ head,
searching upside down, through
jungles I tread.
Vagabond bound
for a world so round,
gravity defied, searching for the
truths of what I’ve read.
A deeper eye piercing a shared sky,
scanning each hue-man for
the deities personified…
Our young civilization
making its’ waves,
shall ride them out
straight back to the cave.
The kids are open, smiles run true,
diverse in their minds they dare to pursue.
Beware of the day when childs’
minds have become slaves,
in which the waters we bathe,
lack in the knowledge we crave.
Take a breath for yourself,
wading through the zoo,
dedication in admirable,
yet,
when aimless inspires few.
Wide open, parchment fresh, my book
is written with my living flesh.
I ink my thoughts in a cursive stream,
accepting the obstacles, creating the dream.
Weaving through these fragile hours,
sewing the seeds of tomorrow’s flowers,
Slowing my steps,
relaxing my gait,
liberation of mind is the
gold for which I wait.
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