Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Lithe and stodgy

Thoughts cannot be wished away, they are enticing

Lithe as a dancer, never tiring, whose moves melt

Into one another, there is a smooth waltz before our eyes

It should be a confusing picture, that overlay of thoughts

Where to look? We struggle to see, beauty is sadly missed

The scenery passes by at the speed of time

Changeless feining change, has easily succeeded

Our stodgy will, unable to chose, settles on the lesser

Between enchanting thoughts and the real beauty

Surrounding the mind, both have no physical boundaries

When the eyes are given a long rest, whether lithe or stodgy

Thoughts leave the stage, the room opens, we are no more fooled