vessels like roadways
surround the heart of
my inner silly, these days,
cells drive slower and fast
working hard red, in the face
sunrise to high noon too last
                                              light.

all limbs move freely, come what may,
dance with chaotic steps and strides,
eyes on every street corner are the way
of the beholder, to take it in and hold
it safe and sound, valued bits and bytes
more so than those who are boldly told
to sleep not here or there but on the ground.

It is the inner silly where I live and breathe,
walk and roll up my sleeves to get returns
on my invested time.  It is the inner silly
where I work at play watching my step
recording  it all down hoping I can get
away,
          flying low so my wingtips touch

the dreamy waters, that may refresh,
my  mind to let my inner silly be respected
and free, to freeze that image forever,
to be be pasted on my window to be
seen each time I lose sight
of my Inner Silly.