Fire and ferocious feelings of flop, the dangerous dance of the dandelion seed's drop,
caught cradled like a candle by the cold, the unsought crop,
stop.
praying mantis, landed itself between the guitar strings,
too busy thinking of getting it to move to enjoy the company it brings,
wanting to continue writing a song,
start to get camera, impress friends, it's gone,
Caught between not pushing, and rotting like a peel,
stinks, when you don't want angst but you want to feel,
dreams, are not what you want them to be,
your not in control of the fish or the reel,
or the pull, or the waves, or the steel,
wrap your weathered hands on handles of the ships wheel.
wanting to see something, but not what you've seen,
don't know what to do, but not about to count sheep,
start typing words, until you can find what they mean,
write several tunes, but there too true to keep,
stand out in white, contrast to the green,
not sure why your moving, time to be still.
caught cradled like a candle by the cold, the unsought crop,
stop.
praying mantis, landed itself between the guitar strings,
too busy thinking of getting it to move to enjoy the company it brings,
wanting to continue writing a song,
start to get camera, impress friends, it's gone,
Caught between not pushing, and rotting like a peel,
stinks, when you don't want angst but you want to feel,
dreams, are not what you want them to be,
your not in control of the fish or the reel,
or the pull, or the waves, or the steel,
wrap your weathered hands on handles of the ships wheel.
wanting to see something, but not what you've seen,
don't know what to do, but not about to count sheep,
start typing words, until you can find what they mean,
write several tunes, but there too true to keep,
stand out in white, contrast to the green,
not sure why your moving, time to be still.
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