Among the fancies and follies there exists

distractions.

 

Political ambitions and advocations

with some fomenting abominations

so to go around in circles the results desired:] Grand ambitions!

 

Hark and behold world, your world falters and you can’t even see it

feel

or try…

 

Yours is the season of technology to replace reason and rhyme

mine is of experience

Yours it the completion of feelings

mine has already arrived

 

Hand on the mane riding naked through a galaxy

Stars blurry and unworthy of guiding

following the vibrations

and yes

with a sigh

understanding…