If you are like me
You like a good holiday...
So you've all heard of Cinderella,
But I'm gonna tell you what is true...
Knuckles cut, gouged and bleeding.
My mouth and lungs filled with dust...
As much as I want
to run away from you...
Sweet flavors of nectar
dance upon my tongue...
Slumber is now calling
Yet I simply cannot hear...
Periwinkle skies, we've met again;
over my poetry-filled ancient garden...
I don't dream so often anymore.
If I do then I seldom remember context or details...
Advice is given,
but rarely is self-taken...
My shoulders can not carry another load
this body was not designed for such burden...
Let me see your brilliance
Let me see your light...
And if by chance,
you thought I was that breeze...