To be ready is like a loaded gun
With the hair of a trigger
Between eternal life and fun
Fun or immortal vision
With the weight of the World
Your concerning decision
A condition of no stable matter
No concrete choice
Just emotional scatter
The brain using logic
To reason what’s whole
An in depth analysis
Parts of snow in the cold
A blanket of frost
Preserving decay
As you hold onto delusions
That shift with the day
To stay stagnant can suffocate
Even a fish
Fishing upon the sea
An old man in the mist
The midst of destruction
Of trouble
Of toil
Rose colored glasses
Perceiving a myriad door
With stained glass creation
There is an elegant trade
Give yourself to your art
Work without charade.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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