I watch but you can’t see me,
I listen and you can’t hear me.

I wander the halls of reason,
Feeling very out of season.

In a room filled extremely crowded,
My thoughts are still enshrouded.

With ideas of fanciful flight,
Soaring on a starlit night.

Or maybe lavished as a royal,
In a life completely free of toil.

On the trails of a savage hunt,
The key actor in every stunt.

Dreams of the highly erotic,
Draw me in, quite hypnotic.

Ranging a world of suppositions,
Never make a personal admission.

I watch and you don’t know me,
I listen but you can’t phase me.

Wide open skies,
The universe awaits,
No time for whys,
Just our two fates.

So many options,
But who really cares,
No matter the decisions,
Whatever the prayers.

Floating in heaven,
Swimming in chance,
Carried on a divan,
Impaled on a lance.

Still moving forward,
Creeping on my knees,
Waiting for any word,
But myself I must please.

Should I rely on myself,
Will you help me along,
To rest in a delf,
I may be so very wrong.

Alone I must crawl,
To make a life again,
From the ditch myself I haul,
Old ideas now slain.

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For you know who…

Sometimes you need a kind ear,
To listen to the worst of your fears,
One that will hear your self-doubt,
Even when you decide to shout.

An ear that is kind and listens well,
Even when you are feeling like hell,
Allowing you to stop and think,
When your mood is black as ink.

An ear that will make you smile,
Lifting you up many a mile,
To a place that you would rather be,
Then brooding on your own private sea.

The muse struck deep.