Oh how we do experience fallout
letting our safer dreams fade into blue
the light of day soon cast away from view.
Eyes begin to lose life tossed about
in the mainstream; an acceleration
of a mechanical nature spans time.
(imagine lives driven only by rhyme).
We saviors within our own affliction
must then resort, balance upon virtue.
When in the heat of salvaging mind
would battling truth a constant we find,
recall sweet the elixir – living true.
Don’t ever let we might somehow release
sweet imagination, a twilight peace.
© Thom Amundsen 6/2020