Sometimes things
don't go along with
some grand masterplan.
Your mind will fling
some crumbs to feed
your imagination,
creating a masterpiece
of distraction,
but once you brush
your hands across
the surface, it scatters,
dust in a streetlight.
A dream shatters in the night.
My mind knows my dreams.
So, it dangles them,
tauntingly.
That beauty,
so close to me.
Merely feet apart.
Those places
I wish to be,
deep in her heart.
Then as you get close,
it all fades and shimmers
A ripple on a river.
A shadow across
a misted mirror.
The mind sometimes
shows us a masterclass
on how to paint a picture.
On how to imagine your dreams
painted into the very air.
It makes visions
seen on paper
Seem strange and outdated.
The mind plays games with you.
It likes to show you a possible path,
then blocks the route.
Leaves you standing,
staring into the could haves,
by the side of a road,
but the constant noisy traffic
making it a never was,
that your thoughts can never cross.
a shadow in a blocked off underpass.
The mind is cruel,
making you feel,
when feeling
is not ideal.
When looking one way
could leave you missing
the bus traveling
the other.
The mind is a bad partner,
creating a sense of
self-hatred
and torture.
When you look deep
into the eyes of forever,
and realise
those eyes
are gazing elsewhere.
Thanks for reading
No comments:
Post a Comment