Oh my dear. I do not know the intricacies of this passage
Or the etiquette you demand or the lack of it
In my blazing joy in finding treasure
I missed it
That there's a season to joys
There is a measure
Too much of
Something even pleasure
Tips the balance to abyss
I know how doses of me are controlled regulated by you
And administered at your
Whim.
I am a creature of instinct
Not sophisticated in techniques of
Manipulation
But I resist
Becoming
Your creature of convenience.
With all my weakling strength
With every bit of my crutch hugging legs
I shall stand and swing out in defiance
Of such tactics
Abhorrent practices
Please move out
Of my way
I'm swinging my dream into skies unknown to you
On my own
Is good enough.
And may you feel the shower of my love
As I pass by
For when the ride is over
I touch ground on blessed feet
That kiss the earth
after touching the skies.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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