As It Is
AS IT IS
I am going up the ladder of life.
Killing all the blow flies in sight.
Knocking down the spider webs as I sing to myself.
I am feeling so alive.
I am going to put up new shelves.
I am thinking about doing something real.
Like getting high and liking the environment I am in while I drink me a Budweiser.
I just want me a quite place to relax in outer space.
This may just be a mood swing.
A thing and a physicality all as one and the sun is shining.
Life is the brightest gleam.
Will it last is overpowering and is questioning me.
What a metaphor.
I am singing like a songbird.
All made from how I feel.
I am on top of the world as it is.
With my dust mop I clean.
Dwelling and thriving within, its affinity and more than a ascertain well-being.
I am strutted to achieve, to be visionary, and to dream.
It is as a universal scheme.
Sashaying and I am almost done.
Opening the curtains... embracing the sun.
The joy stratagems silently.
I am that personification embodied.
As it is, the world is a wonderful place to be within.
As it is, I sing for the joy it gives.
As it is, As it is, As it is...
|Written October 19, 2015!|
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
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