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you sit by a river of flooding ideas
and watch your thoughts run wild

you lend your limbs to the wind
and with the wings of many eagles
you take your flight into distant ‘what-if-lands’

silence shut out the voices that beckon
to distract your peak focus
from off the eye of the bull

shoot, you must!
so on and on, you daydream
of realities

you exhale
and shun the desires that flaw
tomorrow’s bliss with doubt traps

suddenly, you yield
you flop
you are carried by the wind downwards

your mouth spread in protests
but words are lost
and faint screams
are carried away in the winds

you say nothing,
you give up
you fall

yet, in the valley of this emptiness
bereft of help above and hope below
you roam like hungry rodents in a churchyard
seeking for crumbs of the bread of life

you wander aimlessly into more traps –
doubts, fears, bitter experiences, logic –
you circle the same mountain over and over
and wonder why there seems to be no end rhyme to this verse
of your life

but, you don’t give in to giving up

you raise your head above your neck
and imagine yourself in a flood of thoughts

you picture memories to be made,
and dreams once lost to the downfall
come flooding back like flashbacks

and all of them, yours

so, you fly home
with the wings of many eagles

you return and stand by the same shore
from whence you took off

instead of mockery and jeers,
ovation and cheers
ring the welcome song
to your wild thoughts

you won
yes, you won


thing is, you must dream
and envision that which you desire.

don’t let the now and trivial
take away your heart from just courses

be alert
stay focus
don’t lose your wings to chicken crumbs
there’s victual for you on the mountaintop

dream wild
dream now
don’t die

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