Stuck here in the middle of
The muddle as we
Huddle just to cuddle in the
Puddle with the subtlety of
fish.
Kiss the weary wanderers who
Happen by to ponder their
Decision, growing fonder of
A never-ending wish.
Look back over yesterday,
The freakish fracas of
dismay,
The trifle trophies on
display up
High upon a shelf.
Welcoming the changing tide.
Climb aboard the golden ride
to
Sail tomorrow’s other side
Without a thought for self.
Come to center.
Brave the winter months
That lie in certainty.
Join the throng in blissful
song.
Take me where I want to be.
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