Challenge
Why do I.....?
Out of Focus
Why do I chant from the womb of summer?
An out of focus isolated dance of dreams
fruitlessly sowing wild oats that lie fallow,
hopelessly rewriting life flashing by.
A slow waltz in a subtle prelude,
looping and swaying between sky’s tears,
spinning the night with ribbons of clay
as daisies wilt in shadowed moonbeams.
My canvas sleeps in distant dawn
as I beg in my dreams to share the sun,
my unfocused faux grin in a thin white stripe,
straining to recognize the faint reflection
as kicked stone tumbles past my woods.
I walk alone in naked vignette of my life.
Why don’t I realize in my never ending dream
that there is only one race that we must run
and I am the only one who can influence
how it ends.
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