Dream
Swim through
Cream the treats
And follow keenly
The stream
Of the trying glue
Making up awesome beats
Of sounds filed serenely
Sleep
Don't hesitate
To chill down
Today's gladden heart
So deep
Of driving memories state
Within-out the colorful town
That makes celebration an art
Oh she is but a simple leaf
Withering off its branch
Having a new apt hope
For the coming bliss
Upon loamy soil
To live on and
Never die
Unjust!
In brief
If soil stanch
No room for rope
Target rather go amiss
And to the source shall recoil
Its functionality to the very grand
Set in fear to never again break the tie
For such memory ever barely live in dust
The world:- of your life's infernal gyration
Shall forever be a dream off consummation
Amen ??
“At any rate”, be fast moving and be full of surprises
Take control of what you have, make no sacrifices
Stay on top of your game and keep the ball rolling
Have intention, keep direction and know where you’re going
If you become predictable, embrace a change
Don’t risk becoming mediocre or, worse, mundane
Evolution is essential to keep up with the world around
Attentiveness will speak volumes, don’t mute the sound
I don’t just want you to jump. I want you to dive
Head first, steady paced, motivation and drive
The world is your red carpet, but only for a while
Don’t postpone it or loan it, but own it and smile
Not trying to hurt the readers
Or become a poetic verbal ling beater
I’ll fade out of the last
These ends creep quietly past
It starts in fear
I’ll give it
Another year
Then gather all that was said
And put regret back
Into my head
Sorting what can never rest
A memory lap
Infests
Something
Someone
Disturbed
Now bouncing in my head
Unconcern
Though
Listening
To every word
I keep the ball rolling
Instead
Deeper thoughts
Off patrolling
A walk
Thanks to the lithium
Shake and roll
Answers on a limb
Insights possibility
On the rims
My confidence confined
Then on the cursing slide
A problem to think
May drive me to another
Mind spilling awful stink
Everyone can play strange
On their own memory lanes
Some houses out of view
For what they stand up to
Front yard trenches
Made of old work benches
An old oak tree
Breathing bothers me
Hard work upsets to need
Too busy convincing you
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