What we see is what we get, Sometimes

Theres a world going on outside of me now. Do I want to know about it all? WELL NO. Yet I troll about here and poke about over there, while tuning in my desires for what I care.

So much going on. So many views to be seen.Theres so much stuff I’m yet to see, New stuff, new ways to see the atom of knowledge diced and split. Inspiring words and crazy new views, thats whats it. Coz reality in the big brother system it sometimes seems oh so bleek, whenever we seek. whats complete.

The spark of minds, the jump of times, that creative types are prone to find,
its a vital thread of thought for me that I do desire in kind.

What’s the way to make it new? It’s most likely to come out of the blue.

Who’s the ones who will say its new? It has to be said and be red, before it can be true.

Hows the grass greener on the other side of the hill? Someone will see it and show it anew.

When will a new thought break through the crack? It’s often to be found lurking in black.

Though whites where we start so often, MMM A clear full page of white you see, is all we need to express our thoughts before there forgotten. Or a crisp white screen all pulsing with glow will somehow, someway show what we know.

Ah it wont stand still this thingy called time, and we know oh so well that most times it wont ryhme. It just comes at us so fast, it’s so fun when it’s a blasts. But often it simply sits in a stew, of “oh so many things to do”.

But quest will we do as often its true, to get past all those blocks and those tickety tocks. With a hope that one day as we are creating a way, that some epiphany will form right before us. That thought that is sought but often not taught, the hope that its caught, that bright new idea that will spread over years and make us the buck, so the worrry will stop, and we can see what its like to just be.

Ah inspiration, where is the tree where I will find thee, the one that I have been searching for? That idea oh so new that I will simply know what to do. And selling it wont seem like a bore.

We trip and we fall, as we follow the ball as it spins beneath our feet.
We dont really know why, but we give it a try, to make all the loose ends simply meet.
It’s whats in the game that makes it the same, its all in the name so often,but we all seem to have our favourite bits of the puzzle to play with and stay with.

So spin us all it will and pass us through time, and what we learn as we go, we just hope it will show, at least a glimpse of what its all for.

What we see is what we get, Sometimes


Box Hill Sth, Australia

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