Shadowboxing Peter Pan
So easy when the world is there.
To bend their knees.
The hopeful stare.
Hopeful they will catch a drift and teach her eyes that they exist.
History so clear in drifting symphonies of fear.
Happiness so near we trust in us our road we steer.
Rocket fuel to give.
If giving marks your dream its with the world your dreaming lives.
The replaceable man has invisible hands.
All he creates build the feet where he stands.
Broken and built as a jester on stilts.
Shaping his mind til with demons its filled.
Breaking himself and confusion and health.
Sharing and losing with loving as wealth.
Wealth of the dreamer with wings that can melt.
The path it leads breathing elation is made.
Its also the way to the loneliest place.
Creation can give and it takes just the same.
Lost in the darkness a climb with no harness.
Scaling a mountain and reaching up armless.
All we can take is one step as we find.
A path that can move and stimulate lives.
Disintegrate minds that live for themselves.
Living inside just to generate wealth.
Powerless dreamers but still on we cant.
Give up the fight.
Give up our stance.
Give up a chance to walk with a print.
Cause living is giving though brief in its stint.
Changing the world is the deepest of struggles.
But if you can manage to change just one other.
Your overall impact in numbers has doubled.
He walked up to a door it was locked he had no keys so he walked away in haste into the wrong reality.
The boots they had no traction when he tried to climb again so he fell onto his chest and forgot to use the pen.
Blinded eyes with vision hanging doubts in outer space so he put on his new boots and used the things inside his face.
Reaching breaking down in search of faces in the crowd each waking thought embracing all imagination screaming loud.
Still deep through his mind and ears he could not hear a sound until he found that looming door again and broke that fucker down.
Sometimes you feel like the world is on your shoulders til it falls down to your feet and it lets you take it over.
Maybe if days are warm.
Knights can still have arms.
Light can still mean dawn.
Despite our flight alarm.
Perhaps if thoughtless words.
Right the wrongs and learn.
Sight would fly us birds.
Rewrite the life concern.
One day if hands create.
Brakes may misbehave.
Stakes will change our state.
Alive with lives to save.
Knowing nothing knowledge.
Act confusion college.
Searching wrong horizons.
Leaving while arriving.
Striving steps behind.
Climbing in rewind.
Diving slow but sinking backwards.
Knowing nothing speaking lacking.
Acting shows and sleeping swiftly all the while worlds are drifting.
All the while contents shifting.
Showing something knowledge.
Light infusion progress.
Working long survival.
Leaving for arrival.
Riding steps ahead.
Alive no art is dead.
Eminence front and leverage stunts.
Taking what we want.
All the words are blunt.
Taking only us its the literary grunt.
Crazy looks our crazy books create misunderstanding.
Missed results from lazy cults of lives of urban planning.
Verbs they fly with phrases thick to find the triple eye.
Never will the pen go dry.
We lose our minds until we die.
Shadowboxing Peter Pan.
Reflectionless the walking man.
Cloudy trails in endless sand.
Rain and darkness holding hands.
Shadows need for their creation.
Light to frame a shining patient.