Anemoia

I look at the gazillion of stars in the sky and spot the brightest and beautifullest of the whole bright lot and I want to be up there where that shining star be - like it has always been in the good times of you and me. I see you in the distance when the gods so adore you - I feel the rushing winds sweep past, fast and true - and I want to be there in the very heart of the storm - because I know I grade on a curve that won't conform. I remember then, like some bad news on a good day, when you wanted to coddiwomple some place faraway - I remember your hair as rough as the business end of a mop swaying in the wind then, as you danced the bebop - I can see and I can feel the times I have never known, when me and the devil stood on the crossroads alone - we decided to walk together to an understanding, and I sent him back to hell, sapience notwithstanding - and I can see in the distance, the bull's eye thats my target, I want to shoot and I can feel my whole body titillate, I want to shoot and follow my arrow wherever it goes - From my woes to where the verse and sweet prose glows. © Masakamadeda