Wakin

With a big wide grin wobbled round my chin past the mouth, nearly fell in carried on like a wheelspin it really was bubblin no worry or a troublin no cares to multiply or go doublin the dimensions I now go travellin these mysteries I keep unravellin this universal potential i'm tappin in the cotton wool skin I find that i'm wrapped in or as my soul would say trapped in either way i'm physically strapped in the human limitations are capped in as everyday life rushes back in the clock grinds heavily as time hits full swing and so does the dreary morning begin! ©John-Ovan.P.Hull