Only In the Morning

Your dream is dizzying

like a fountain of life

I have had the time.

Getting lost in your words, and view

like a re-invented idea,

ah! like ice cream?

Thousands in the distance are flooding,

like a stomping stampede, that which

if you watch too closely, you see the idea's,


and life stories.

But, we are all returning, returning for one constant theme.

One that we use to be apart of, or now miss.


the concept of having once upon a time

a childhood, such innocence,

yet an ever-present concept.


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