*Traveling down
highways, byways,
causeways and boulevards.
I find in reality,
this place,
my mind is a
never-ending maze.
Of spinning wheels
of little boxes,
compartments all.
Stacked quite high.
Well above my eyes,
I look up and see
the flashing light,
reflected off
the cold dark wings.
I envision them to save
some time,
the monkey flight,
on Dorothy's night.
I pay them no mind
like they are bats
after fleas.
To clear the air.
They can be such pest.
Interrupting,
some beautiful thoughts.
As they think of their real intent.
It's time to get in
their face
and make something
quite clear.
When they came here,
it was not my choice,
but I gave in
at first in fear.
Time was short
and I observed
their fate if
I refuse to care.
So in the end,
I give them their due
in a limited space.
And share that space.
As I chase these words.
But if they get in the way
no matter the condition I'm in.
Just kick'im aside.
Cause they only thrive on fear!*
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
*Traveling down
highways, byways,
causeways and boulevards.
I find in reality,
this place,
my mind is a
never-ending maze.
Of spinning wheels
of little boxes,
compartments all.
Stacked quite high.
Well above my eyes,
I look up and see
the flashing light,
reflected off
the cold dark wings.
I envision them to save
some time,
the monkey flight,
on Dorothy's night.
I pay them no mind
like they are bats
after fleas.
To clear the air.
They can be such pest.
Interrupting,
some beautiful thoughts.
As they think of their real intent.
It's time to get in
their face
and make something
quite clear.
When they came here,
it was not my choice,
but I gave in
at first in fear.
Time was short
and I observed
their fate if
I refuse to care.
So in the end,
I give them their due
in a limited space.
And share that space.
As I chase these words.
But if they get in the way
no matter the condition I'm in.
Just kick'im aside.
Cause they only thrive on fear!*
What a ride. Where did all that come from.
