Focus the mind
the way it did.
Once upon a time.
When whatever words I wished to say
would rhyme and flow their merry way.
The summer sun would light my day,
the cool moon my night would illuminate
With candles, incense, merry love,
Young & naive I coursed my way.
Poetry and song my optimistic heart would relish
Song of love & beauty
No harsh mustard gas of the practical world to drench my dreams into puddles on the ground
The wheels splash by, I must keep up.
Reeling through the turns,
And whatever goes, whatever shows,
This cycling dough will always burn.
My words a poser's sad lament
sealed beneath a heavy shield
that ba
Focus the mind
the way it did.
Once upon a time.
When whatever words I wished to say
would rhyme and flow their merry way.
The summer sun would light my day,
the cool moon my night would illuminate
With candles, incense, merry love,
Young & naive I coursed my way.
Poetry and song my optimistic heart would relish
Song of love & beauty
No harsh mustard gas of the practical world to drench my dreams into puddles on the ground
The wheels splash by, I must keep up.
Reeling through the turns,
And whatever goes, whatever shows,
This cycling dough will always burn.
My words a poser's sad lament
sealed beneath a heavy shield
that ba
