A Thin Ice Life

Is what I've skated on. Gliding on wishes at first try; Then slipping and landing on my reality, Again, again and again. Early days showed me my bottom line. Hoped for breakthroughs chilling my bones; Then I realized I had been blind, Looking with my eyes instead of my mind. What you see isn't always what you thought. Visions can lie when view ends just beyond nose; This brain has let me take elevator trips to everywhere. My imagination has carried me to places no one had been. I used to worry about this throw away body, Knowing now it's just a car for my spirit. The mileage is climbing and the motor's going to die; Yet my dreams will fly on until the end of forever. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn