The Dragonfly Effect

Sometimes it seems that these dreams are fleeting,
like piling raked leaves in the middle of a typhoon.
Winds shift with a simple breath, and ten years of sweat
will get erased, like a failed sketch.
Amber and burnished bronze,
turned grey in the flames when the furnace turns on.
Torn asunder in autumnal thunder
and the weight of the days that we crumble under.
So now it's thorns for roses,
blood red petals and assorted bruises.
A master thief with no will to steal -
When the pawn shops shut jacked jeweleries' useless.
Fruitless - apple of your iris, rotted to the core.
Insecticide up in your orchard.
More years labored away, with a second never taken
to savor the taste.
Fortune favors the grave, you prey for escape,
but escape never came,
so you wait for the day you can spray all your hate
in the face of your maker and make him explain.
Restless in the quest for success,
the snake wakes and bites his own tail,
and you say "I won't try - if I don't try, at least no-one can say I ever failed'
So which path do you choose? Slim chance to win or no risk,
but no chance to lose.
Do you stay in the shade for life, because you heard that sun might burn your eyes?
Some days we prefer to hide - trust me, there's a reason they call them blinds.
Are you stood, alone on the dancefloor, waiting for a song that you know to take a chance for?

Fuck that noise.
Let's move to new music.

Last chance I had blew it/I carved a new route/so I'm far from though doing whatever my heart asks of me.
Past is passed, tense is irrelevant, inelegant dress, ill-fitting concept.
Let's dance on the glass rafters, and master our heart chakras,
and shine like a still ocean, and last for a stars lifetime.
Spinning in circles around fate to show it that we understand the concept of an infinity symbol, we just prefer to split it into smaller victories occasionally.

Catch me laying idle, wild eyed, collecting up some bright sunlight for these seedlings of prettier things.
We have rejected all their glistening rings and found the wisdom in just sitting listening to the wind.
Me, I don't measure success by my possesions and prizes.
I measure success by the times I spend smiling.
Times I spend writing, times I spend learning, times I spend observing the world just turning.
They say one step's all it takes to start a single journey,
so one breath will shift winds, and make typhoons, to carry us.

See, it seems to me the scenery of previous dreams,
could lead a being to reach the deepest seas, breathe deep, and leap in.
Existence isn't bigger pictures glimpsed, but is intricate as inches of the brittle wings of insects, or the crickets singing spring's beginning symphony and instantly convincing any listeners - in every single instance exists the infinite.
Just breathe and let it simply be.

So I tocked back to the tick. And lingered there for an infinity.

And now I'm late xx