Drifting circus

in #poetry3 years ago

Unleashed upon land never before seen
as the hills sway amongst themselves
Experiencing each moment , each instance new
as the trees lightly brush the canvas of blue

The disconnected drifting circus of youth-
no place or no purpose with our minds running wild
Free amongst the birds brought back to our roots
but many different paths can spring from a child

Will you choose left or will you choose right?
as the dirty puddles shine in the moonlight
Roads may change and plans may alter
but the seeds are set

Soon to bloom in an explosion of enlightenment
The many take cover as the light does frighten them
But the few breathe on, searching the dusty floor
For keys to break through the next locked door.