Hurry, before it gets away
The night surrendered to the day
The delights have come out to play
Moulded from the sun-like clay
Jump into a strange land now
Don't ask me when, don't ask me how
Before it's over, take a bow
Delights and horrors start a row
It's a whirlwind of emotion
That will never stop the notion
As you down a strange new potion
The whole world shines with devotion
Modern sights come into view
How absurd this new world seems to you
Calmly does your mind eschew
The various fears for something new
A shine, a whisper, a sleeping beast
All the commotion quickly ceased
The view from here's an eyeball feast
Just turn your head to the east
Strange lands abound within your head
Shutting the book is what you dread
This new adventure you want spoonfed
Unsure of what you'd do instead
YOU ARE READING
roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PoetryNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
