A quest! A quest!
My pauper's kingdom
For a quest!
Just to take that
First step,
Heading into the new.
Foreword send
A postcard
To my future self,
With a photo of the past
At night,
So I can read these words:
And if the second step leads to nowhere?
And if the new
Is worse than
The old?
And if you never read these words?
I pray for my ghost of the present,
To whisper
In my ear
"Tear it up, scatter the pieces.
You've danced life's tune
This far."
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PoetryWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch
