Tilting windmills, chasing rainbows
I run and run to catch up with the sun
Instead of simply waiting
For it to come around again.
Like a child I build my castles
At the edge of lapping waves
With moats and berms and bailing bucket
Knowing the inevitable awaits.
To cry just the same when it comes
Wave after wave,
Cleansing and removing
All my efforts, all my dreams.
Seasons come and seasons go
In every realm and stage of life
And still the child remains within
Wishing upon a star in vain.
Please give it all to me,
Make it last, make it mine
And never take away
What is nothing but a dream.
(1/10/26)
I am not
me
We are not
us
They are not
them
And here is not
there
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Arrested Development
Well i reckon I’ll just leave,
I can’t tell you the last time we have seen each other.
Seems like we are growing apart with each passing day,
I know the way home but i keep getting lost on the way,
I find myself in darkness due to my compromised agenda.
Inevitably confused by the warm thrill of the proclivity.
RICO
I made sixteen and then I froze
although I'm sixty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time
to educate the brat,
show him who the hell is boss,
now what d'ya think of that?
I made sixteen and then I froze
although I'm fifty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time
to educate the brat,
show him who the hell is boss,
now what d'ya think of that?
I made fifteen and then I froze
although I'm fifty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time,
eradicate the brat!
show him just the hell who's boss
and pin him to the mat!
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