~~~~~
I’ve been accused of daydreaming
and letting the sum of my life
become just a series of blinks and nods
in the rapid eye movement
But flashes of insight seen from the outside
don’t show the rips in the upholstery
or fear the skeletons buried in the basement
under the cement floor of experience
It’s just a technique ...
this propensity to pretend to fly
instead of tumbling head first
into a mind crushing free fall
Coz you gotta believe you could ride the sky
or you'll be swallowed by the gravity
~~~~~

This is an absoult beauitful peice, and there's a kind of longing underneath the words. Oooh, and I love the picture! 


You keep right on dreamin', Ladybug...It's the stuff of Life, my Friend...without it, where would we be, as a civilization, let alone as Poets??? Carry on, Madame Librarian...My glasses have a rose~tint to 'em, too...
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