Clusters of words don't
add meaning only disguise...

It always starts the same:
I find myself in a resort hotel...

Tornados dance and go
But I really only cried...

Lucid thinking doesn't always
mean you display the lighthouse...

We look for landmarks,
familiar spots in roads...

"Are these really blackberries?"
"Ones covering the ground...

My father was not fond
of giving advice...

When I was young and not yet schooled
my mom would make me accompany her...

Appreciated,
being thanked even some bit...

It bothers me when a curious child
can’t get a book without risking danger...

Life without drama even if stressful
where tension arises in the mundane...

Bubbles drift up, morphing
into ridiculous shapes...