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A piece of drift wood I am
In the sea of fate
Under the storms of life
And in the world of men

A piece of drift wood I am
Floating without reason
Tossed around by waves
Whipped by the ongoing storm

A piece of drift wood I am
Saw the sun on the horizon
Mesmerized, a goal was found
Hoping waves drift me to my beloved

But I was just a mere drift wood
Without control of his fate
The sun had set, while I am still adrift
In the sea, under the storm, in the world of men
created: 29/03/2018
last revised: 01/08/2023
The mind a deep reservoir
Challenged or otherwise
Challenges it meets

Bridging the gaps
Bracing and braving
The gaping holes

Instinctively and intuitively designed
It knows what it needs
And learns to believe
The dotted line
Originally Written 7/11/2020
Revised today
Spookaroo where are you he yells while standing at the window
his diaper is sagging and his witches hat is crooked and all askew

The ghostees are busy tonight preparing candy for the big kids
she says, and the sorcerers are chanting in the forest of doom

But when are the Spookaroos coming, I don't see a think out there
then he sticks a thump in his mouth and pops out his big blue eyes

They are flying in the sky my love checking out the little children
now let's put your costume on and shell out, remember no peeking

He walks bow legged to his room and parts the curtains just a wee
Hoping to catch their attention, he bangs at the window with a shoe

Spookaroo spookaroo where are you, I got gummy bears for you
the witch's costume waits on the bed, he catches a cold Achoo!

Mom lifts him up and runs to the den with a voice singing soft and low
" they're a comin a comin, and they love naked bellies my son "

Quick get your costume, hide your navel, the spookaroos are here
toeing, he runs with his hands in the air screaming, no fair no fair !  

Mystic Rose
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