Daunted by a perceived knowledge
Perplexed over simple details
As an eagle was about to drop a shoe
A sparkling gold trimmed spun glass shoe.
How did you not notice or remember?
Better yet, I’d call Gus and Jac
To help you out to learn and decide
Of a dimension in your mind that resides.
Oh, sweet afternoon eruditely paired
Fastidiously, styled by its own simplicity
I’ve learned to like the simplest form of chic
squeezing my toes in a contented comfy box.
Or will I wait for another Duke?
Perhaps nay, as it is so obscure
Asking for a key to open the box for me
Try to peek at a bristly stiletto heeled shoe.
There may be no pelt or fur exteriorly
But strive to find something just so easy
Not of a mojris or Kolhapuris even wedges
which could be hurtful and outlandish.
Some words are pointless.
Some words are meaningful.
And there are words that hurt.
Do you still dream?
I dream coz if i stop dreamin
I wouldn’t know what is over the rainbow.
Is it gray?
Is it bleak?
But then, i should keep on going
and hopes a multicolored hues.