Clearly Delusional
can fools be the true masters of managing reality? certain captains of copasetic coping?
opting on whim to momentarilyside step its sticky misery, dressing it prettily infine tailored raiment most appealing as they stroll obliviously naked among unsolicited edged utterances and caustic glances in lifetime arenas of public convictions that are carefully converted and silently cloaked thru hooded winks into soft fragrant petals wantonly bestowed at their feet…
are dreamers but premature spawn of idealism? ever distant servants wafting as creamy icing on mankind's cake of hope?
abandoning dried images of yesterday as rusty tools having yielded their worth, perpetually finding today's transient ill breath aninadequate space to exhale rich thoughts of lofty,
perfected existence,
blindly addicted not only to possibilities for their own value,
but helplessly engaged and innately drawn into steadfast motions of peering beyond, weaving metallic threads of chance and distinctively patterned swatches of reason into sheer comforters of pleasure…
destine a life to continual torment away from arbitrary airiness of foolery?
weight it to flawless grounding by straining it absolute of dreams?
resign it to solitude of willfully embracing life's thorny essence and heartily swallowing its vinegary sorrow?
oh to be a malleable fusion of fool and dreamer, a rolling mixture of timeless air and endless light…
there but for the dream of a fool and the foolishness of a dream were all triumphs attained and discoveries born…