The myriad of possibilities
enliven my ******* semantics
somewhere to go when
my slippers tell me not to

The words that i exhale
are the engine that fuels imagination
something to sustain when
my noggin is void

The vibrancies that rattle me
attribute to the found experience
somehow they strum
when my heartstrings are mute

The mountains that topple me
serve demise to my slippery friends
someways i have adapted
now i listen to blue boots

origionallity spfigionallity
complicated mess
to come up with something new
and so unlike the rest
it may be so
or seem impossible
even when giving your best
but perhaps like me
today you'll see
i write this all in jest

Aloof are the clouds
so cold they can be
daydreaming up at them
they run right by me

seems not long ago
when I still touched the sky
the zepherous monuments
let me in by and by

and a whole week it’s been
since I felt their embrace
stumbling and tumbling
the caress of wind on my face

so good it felt
a release from average todays
better than my vices
and adventurous ways

but now I just lay here
waiting for a time
when you lay here instead
daydreaming you’ll see a silhouette. Mine