stairs define the climb to cloud nine
the rise in which I’m defined
like black and white lines, colored in time
as dreams stare me dead in the eye
streams seem to rise blue in the sky
blood boils until I’m red in the eyes
high as my hand to my brow
raised questions and many suggestions
another hair straightens along the neck line,
an arm lengths away, lies the blind
deaf to reasons why, yet they seem to always cry
with no paddles, a river doesn’t lead
to where it bends, before we break
with less strength than the normal day
waiting for the impossible, so they say
but why aren’t they stopping you,
as they try and tear away, at the fault lines
designed to separate, confined society
in the land of make believe, cause they don’t see
no faith in destiny, nor fate in reasons meant to be
ripped at the seams, just chasing dreams
reality isn’t the tail they lead, yet the tale you leave
behind the deeds you redeem,
at the gates by the kingdom of he, who conceived
all that we see.
- b.pG
05.22.12…….3.22.pM
