What to write, when the words hang tight on the rope The days are filled with possibility and endless hope So many options and choices to be made As my physical youth slowly fades My mind a castle built on teal marble stones of bliss and desire For what else am I alive but to build and inspire Theres a fine wire that hangs from the head Of the dusty old French maiden now an echo in the wind and dead To leave a legacy or just to simply exist As does the pretty fluffy kitten in the lap of a miss We wander in wonder to learn the ways Through keen wide eyes a curious soul does sway A feather on a bird, A dust in the wind Holographic existence a mango slowly ripened Not hollow like all hollows eve or a ghosts empty sleeve holo like hello, lets get ready to take a dive for today with a slow inhale we are alive