No reason to travel
?the best reason to go.
No clues to unravel
?the best reason to know.
Mystery, oh mystery,
how you create,
deface
and remake
all in the same fleeting moment of one subtle gesture,
Before trampling over greener pastures
With the heavy feet of enlightenment:
the screaming reality of tortured regrets.
Spontaneity doesn't slither,
It stands and takes command
Of every precious moment
We crawl upon this land.
Beauty is not found in eyes,
Nor buried deep in heads.
Beauty is the moment
Until the moment is dead.
Surprise flies swiftly,
Swoops down from the skies,
Claws at our ignorance
And rips skin from our lies.
And you have the nerve to stand there,
With your coat, umbrella and hat
Telling me I don't understand
That traffic will get bad.
You have the nerve to fight my
Urge to enjoy the sun
As it sets across calm waters,
Peace in another day done.