Stars that shine, that
blot out the distant spaces
between,
city lights above the streets, that
send shadows to find the dark, that
hides the obscene,
my eyes dim, not from age, that
once found wonder and dreamt in colours of hope, that
have all turned to grey, that
Prove
I was
living in, that
land of make believe.
Where one good turn deserves another,
Where a positive attitude made a difference,
Where you can say and have it received, "Love ya brother"
Where a little light shines,
Wherein the dark hides and pines,
to be released
Where there is a life that balances the scale,
yet I go pale,
in
this reality
that I was only
living in that, land of
Make Believe
Not for children only,
but All to let them create,
you may not see your gifting
you have been sifting
through the muck shifting,
globs from hand to hand
like combat,
like conflict,
like words that
burn like acid
scent of rancid.
Not of the Living
Not of the Land
Not able to Make
your self Believe
In You.
Sorry for the fuss,
my life is a muss,
get back to your reality,
guess that lesson is lost on me,
just
like
the land
that land
of make
......believe.
