“I do all that becomes a man….he that does more is none.”
Don’t look for heroes, I’m not Theseus battling the Minotaur. Once someone showed me the world, Of imagination. I’ve learned I can live there quite happily, Off with the fairies, Creating a persona to live by, Not as grand as Jay Gatsby, But with the same Romantic vision…perhaps. I can fly like a drone outside myself, I can survey the world of ritual, And instinct and platitudes, I’m part of it. Those squizzy moments of rapture, And the fantasy of dreams. I’ve placed so much upon them, While truth has always lurked, Beneath the illusion. Often I won’t let it enter. In the end I am all you think I am, And nothing, A creature scuttling and grasping, And believing and hoping, As ordinary and as great as everyman.
morgen90210singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeAug 4, 2017
It's been a very long time seeing and reading your works this is a great tribute if that's what I read correctly self description poetry is the hardest for me . you make it so easy ..thank you for this great poem ..
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this is a great tribute if that's what I read correctly
self description poetry is the hardest for me .
you make it so easy
..thank you for this great poem
..