Not what it seems By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
What will tomorrow bring?
...Retrieve the winter clouds
with the gentle breeze of that elusive spring
and take me flying -
above and beyond - to hear the angels sing.
Wake me up - alone, with everyone gone;
I, the only one around - just me being me
the prince, the pauper and the enemy -
sitting on the throne, cheering in crowds
and biding my time, to take myself out.
Will tomorrow find me ,
with just a piece of eternity -
'time' as my only currency?
But I, don't have more time than sense;
I won't be bought for a tuppence;
sold and bought and sold again -
a slave, to a master called 'ignorance'.
I might - finally - open my eyes
and see foolishly into my own foolery;
accept my lunacy and without denial, perceive
that, nothing is what it seems.
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