The mind engaged in logic I can barely see My days sudden bursts I can rarely breath The flight of the air Carries me through The panic and dire Soothes my blues
It’s the lurch Of a flip It’s not lunch But a trip
Those piano notes Cascades my blues A remedy to inspire I died a thousand times When I missed him so The baggage I build Grazing on those grounds ******* to fly again
It’s the lurch Of a flip It’s not lunch But a trip
Ferry me through Carry me through For I need a train And a carriage One for me One for you One for us One for all
The lurch Unlatched The trip Unflipped Lets all have lunch. Huh?
http://hellopoetry.com/atlasmarker/ Inspired by Joshua Ingram. Thanks for the inspiration and for reminding to keep creating. To touch and see the essence of human existence, the tapestry of life and death. For we exist then fade. We are deluded and insane and we trip back to this falsified illusion. Disillusioned but always deconstructing the paradigm. Your notes are waking Joshua..... feel the breeze.