One time, not so long ago

a personality evolved

the plan would like to know

just how the world revolved

a simple task

one might ask

we all appear to want to fly

on a circular path towards freedom

without regret or simple cry

we’d like to own our own fiefdom

whatever that means

said the little boy lean

playing in the sand innocent on a summer day

recognizing the land ahead and behind were his

only if he could stand up straight another way

might they then suggest the world is not his biz

he laughs instead

feeling more rested

his adventure moves beyond the morning

and the chaotic world begins to tighten slowly

he wishes he might be back there enjoying

playing in the sand, people act less knowingly

a smile he remembers

she said hello he gathers

together their world became a new addition

to everything he’d dreamed and imagined

his children grew to be the only reason

he would wish to have a life less resigned

we are that human

we forget the omen

When we were children there was a tragic morn

when all of our dreams became just shattered

when all around us pain became our forlorn

reality, our nemesis, our world now tattered

where did the dream

that made me scream

With pleasure while the burdens of a lifestyle

might depart when only hoped to stay awhile.