Same old
day after day.
Happy thoughts
and pixie dust.
Existence in
this fishbowl world
complete.
Take to the sky
each morning.
Fight, fly, and crow.
Slip amongst the ships
by night,
and take a few throats.
Love.
An untouchable thing.
An entire life
trapped in stasis.
A construct of a dream
that in time became a nightmare.
Over and over again.
No heights left to reach,
no pressing service.
Living and dying,
plain as day.
Eventually, each of us
yearns for something other.
This is why
all Lost Boys
become pirates.
DJR – 2023
I love this! Good job!
Thank you. 🙏❤️