This world doesn’t hold much for me

besides the boredom and the composting of dead leaves

and the bugs and weeds between

as children, we would jump into big piles

as adults we sweep them up

and sometimes burn them

when the smoke signals rise

and only time

or water puts out the smolder

These are only dreams

from when I was jumping

in leaves

some bug must have bit me

so i stayed in and read

as I sat in bed

and watched the calender lose days

till I was not afraid of the outdoors

and could return to find salvation

in the beauty that is bountiful

beneath sea and atop land

The sadness creeps up creeks

leaking rain into rivers

to oceans

and those braver than us

show no fuss

sailing ships built

for new lands

hands row

and the captain

points in a direction

and says go

we follow always

hollow slaves

of our own conditions

content in what we are given

what about those

hell bent on sinning

the pirates of prefect romance

who know justice

better than governments

all your leaders, slaves and loners

let us dream

how life could be

if we where brave enough

to expand beyond

our own limiting

fascinations

and unveil

the unifying factor

the true gold we are after

the answer to all questions

the journey of all quests

and what is best

between the right and wrong

what leg do we stand on

and for how long

what song sings perfect

who’s face do we hold

in a locket

what should be

the contents of our pockets

should rockets murder

or be fireworks

are we the same

and just different shades

of plain

I am just expanding on thoughts

that have expanded from thoughts

There is to much

and I am to little

a dwarf star

in the theater of night giants