As larks under a shaded tree sing
By the brilliant summer sun beat wings,
As swallows fly across the blue sky
Yellow flowers’ sequined tears stream shy
And down they fall and bounce off high,
When we were children, in awe we cried,
In comfort lay in fields of swaying jade
And wished these days would never fade;
And from across the lake a dame came
Prancing on the blossom spring lane,
Into my countenance, led me astray
Out of my day, my smitten ashtray,
And when did we not wish we won
And spent a day or more moribund
To seek a refuge under the shade
Of the tree bearing yellow flowers and fade.
But such is life my friend –
Drag and drop, find the sum
Of bloody costs incurred
To make someone’s dream come true
Mint money, as we our futures construe
In the midst of hallowed eyes
Tired in front of a glowing light
Our fate, our test, a promotion
No demotion, but linger in potholes deep
Let dreams seep into a gorge and weep
Into a velvet underground
With hardly a sound
Save the tap-tap-tap
Of the keyboard on our lap
Our future’s map
And such is a dreary future mate
To not know of words while in monotony we decimate.
And so I gaze into the crimson sun
A portentous shadow in a lull,
As another ship lays bare its white sails
And into the horizon drifts away,
And I pack my bag and cast a gaze
On the man who holds the keys to my fate
Not me, but him, not myself but thyself,
Amidst yellow highlights and flowers – a whelp.
Ink Idle 
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