Whatever
 
Portents across the ever now
Finding harbor in the bended brow
Can’t contain the some day wish
Just a look is all the things I wish to wish
What of me what of you
I’ve taken all I want to do
The better me the safer you
The all the things you cant get through
In your dream the tempest reigns
In your sun in your rain
I want to fly
To refrain from the mundane
Can we not abstain from the inane?
Lets not be ashamed.
 
© 2016 Michael J Garland