In a world full of brutality as motion in the sea
I imagine I didn’t survive but prevailed to some degree!
But when the crooked line separates thought, honesty can’t be found!
In the test of time, reality often is not around!
Blue sky with cloud pile upon the horizon prime
Being conscious of many places and best of time.
Living in fantasy is a piteous condition so rare.
Violence consists of a distorted attack we all share.
Clouds drip gray along river lines in meadow.
The lost sun’s arc, faraway, fades aglow!
Is letting mind go blank for fragile thing
Like sleeping to hear idle tales in spring?
Success becomes a revenge for mankind
Where no one ever wants to join or bind!
To watch in hallucination a garden with open gate
When you resist to believe your welcoming fate.
I breathe in ambiguity the summer rain.
And then I smell the delicious, sweet pain.
Universe moves rapidly and with great haste.
The mystical collision bring existence to waste!
Watching brutality in motion of the day I remember one sweet dream, a far one, always!! ... Ellie bing