Not really sure where to land,
when the sky seems forever,
the band playing in the distance
I could fly in this manner almost never.
~
Always it would appear a cadence
lends a chapter of our lives
to dreams that would mystify the mind,
we might always wish some end.
~
Tonight would I write a letter to you
if only I might piece my ideas together
in such a way that amidst all of the ruse,
might finally make sense of it all to you.
~
For I do still travel with my fears
those daily exploits disturb my path,
cause me to second guess
to simply never wish again address …
~
the finer moments in life are when with truth
those dreams we knew, we sought, we are.
© Scott F Savage 5/2021
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