Cheers of bad feeling
Strenuous and profound as stealing …..
The worries all in the marrow
Thinking about the unknown “morrow”
Swiftly and pressurizing
The flute resound in the heart
To forget is like playing in the den
Still remembering the shattered then….
The mouth filled with “why and when”
Waiting for the unripe gain and the mind set on the bliss….
This I know is a fantasy trick….
All these journey made wild
Amidst thorns and thistles, the treasure lies…
Ostracization, a battle itself
Always asking “can I do it myself? ”
Looking above is tough
Staring down….enticing …..