all things change, nothing is ever the same, but for a moment all is clear
waving arms like magic had occurred, then a smile from the eyes, eyes with no fear
wondering and roaming, and never feeling home, is something left behind?
Door after door, as if it was before, searching, nothing new here to find
a grasp, to hold onto, with no sense of
having to move on again
conventional, and rational parameters, so it all might fit in
argyle socks and paisley shirts, pin striped pants to be in
Cheeks rosy and aglow, the beanie with its propeller, one that really spins
Hair parted down the middle, pomade
flipping ends
a bow tie neatly fastened to adorn as not to tilt or bend
Then back to the freckles of a young mind piecing it together
Though neatly attired, still the questions lie upon my mind. . .whether?
On with the sunrise, up and on my journey for the day
Awaiting later reflections, of what I have passed along my way
So the story of a life of thought, adornment and reflection goes
And. . .of course it’s always anew, that one can never know
Walk with eyes open, be ready to be amazed, taking it all in
As what has passed, and happily greeting,
all that will begin
Enjoy the moments of your day!!!