Flights of Fancy
The world won’t end if you reveal yourself.
Trust that you are always okay.
People and God will take care of you.
They haven’t ever stopped,
Even when you were too blind to see.
Blinded by your own ambitions.
Now you are rich in friends and experience.
Your clothes may be worn down,
But your heart will not fail you.
I no longer am rule bound, but operate on faith.
I hope you’ll write to me if I have tempted fate too strongly.
Otherness is oneness because we’re all the same.
Return me to the time before when life moved slow and easy.
When birds and sun and clouds were all I needed for joy.
When spontaneous open connection made life flow.
What enemy do you expect by wearing a hat?
It is the eve of anxiety yet even my enemies can turn to friends.
I lay down my arms and lift up to hugs.
I know come what may will be sweet.
There is very little falling left to do.
It is only up from here.
You say poetry is poverty,
Yet it brings me riches beyond your monetary limitations.
You say this game is risky,
But we all end up in the ground anyway.
I no longer see reasons to hold back.
Aiming higher and hoping I’ll fly.
Can I bring you along?
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