marching, to yet another drum

by Patrick Watson   Nov 12, 2022




the infinite roads of my imagination
save me in dark!
sightless and soundless my world without constraints
gravity on suspension, anything goes

drawn to whatever feels good
folly in the real world, no matter!
imagination sets the rules of the road
an alluring state of affairs
not to infringe on my reality
a blockbuster, in house movie on tap on demand
I play the lead role and the director all bundled into one

unintentionally I create a sanity break
away from this harsh environment called my life
a ticking clock on the march to the inevitable
in a hurry to fulfil all, before the sands of time run dry

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