In Dreams (Original)

The look that lies and leaves in lace,
Seeing its life in warm eyes ache
The purposeful glance that begs for chase,
Who wears their lust about their waist.

But what to make of time and place?
Places to own on grinding plates?
Time to hurry and worry and wait,
recede from state to unknown state.

Also what if the here and now
Is then and gone, as we'll find out?
Then all of the time we spent in haste
Won't make, for this, a special case.

And all within one simple stare
The millions of little hairs
They chart their path to the open air
And once on end stay only there.

I cannot rove this tended grass
And be content to let it pass
And let the past determine my path
I'll embrace chance in the wild lands.

We are merely human beings
Subjected to a million strings
Marionettes, we are made to sing
And rant and race for finer things.

In dreams I'll find my time and place
And make the best of grinding plates
Abandon worry and leave off fate,
Know there are no moments we waste.

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Thank you for spending time here.