Dot To Dot
Dot Dot Dot,
The solid block,
Injected like a shot
The time will knock.
Play the part,
As a characters life,
Flow with words from the heart,
Making an extra strife.
It's the tic to the toc,
Out of the box,
The door to be opened; unlock,
For success is sly; fox.
From a view to the next,
People are moving,
A phone call or text,
They cope with new meaning.
Pulling apart the foundation
Peeling down the outside,
It may be a vacation,
But it's about the length to hide.
As the relaxation is sinking in,
And the pieces are put into place,
Take a second and grin,
As the surroundings do hold grace.
All over from the West to the South,
In a similie to a rule,
With us as people to use the mouth,
To speak the past and wisdom being fuel,
So never take a break,
The shock of an opportunity will hit,
What's to loose or at steak,
When you do everything to make yourself lit.
Back to the dots,
Know there is an infinite count,
Undoing the knots,
To make the rope mount.
Open-mind and open-knowledge,
Open book to find evidence,
As the sides a ridge,
Don't put up a guarded fence.
Blocking out,
Gives less chance for that goal,
Go now and shout,
And go play your favorite characters role.
Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2012
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