It is
is it not
what you give
not what you've got.
we climb up the pyramid
In shallow breaths
in deep ravines
making peace with
dreams we had
but never got
It is so
is it not?
I accede to her request
when she says,
'It's cold outside put on
a woolly vest'
common sense
to do what's right
to be the best
at what you do?
I think Russell knew.
It was childhood in the neighbourhood on the last knockings of my youth
and the truth stays trapped in mittens and a bobble hatted
boy.
There the mountains rose in the mornings
and fell into fits of laughter.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
It is
is it not
what you give
not what you've got.
we climb up the pyramid
In shallow breaths
in deep ravines
making peace with
dreams we had
but never got
It is so
is it not?
I accede to her request
when she says,
'It's cold outside put on
a woolly vest'
common sense
to do what's right
to be the best
at what you do?
I think Russell knew.
It was childhood in the neighbourhood on the last knockings of my youth
and the truth stays trapped in mittens and a bobble hatted
boy.
There the mountains rose in the mornings
and fell into fits of laughter.
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