Magic Carpet Nomads
Silence splattered across the page
Riding on deeply buried tides
Climbing from treetops into hills of tomorrow
Life never exists the way the say
In boardrooms and across chalkboards
They just know what you're likely to eat...
The sun shatters cobwebbed dreary polite peace
Too glorious now to remain unmoved
For those with windows and eyelids to perceive
Everywhere quicksand pebbles shift
The glory of the sky urges me
To believe differently, everyday to the utmost
An open page is calling with folded arms
Invisible typewriters are pressing their tongue
Nomads invited to roll out their carpet
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