Red Structure
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

What you see is my outlet
What you feel is what you get
No need to feed on bitter rest
So stay awake and dreams true make

Not for peace or persons sake
Just the scenery, just the cake
Just the green skies the bittersweet
Onto dinners we seldom eat

We don't breath in when it's not fear
Seemless boundires both rise and tear
They creep on foundries consume our heir
The world is gold, the gold is worth

So much more than the dreams in mind
In the head of each child we find
Time speeds up and it seldom rewinds
Itself, of all else, we climb our mountains