What a delight, a laugh, a snicker

or smirk: it matters not what expression

comes about because joy is rolling within

and outside.

what a rise, what an ascension to clouds

now well below the horizon

and still the euphoria does not subside

though snakes coil about my foot,

i sense no danger, nor fear

for i am not puzzled, not intrigued, not mindful

when feelings are what drives me

to create newer stories, better ones, more

realistic ones to seduce the mind!

when reality is nothing more than perception,

then why bother?

i’ve become the philosopher, the pragmatist who

does not try to defend a cause,

causes fall and rise when the passions bubbles,

bubbles till snakes amidst my foot burrow their

venomous poison inside my soles,

courses through my veins and i am still

giving thanks to the one

who is telling me of awesome tales

i much rather hear than

the sickening realization that a journey

is in the making,

my choices leaving imprints in the sky

with stars as witnesses!

nah, nah,

i the philosopher would much rather,

much prefer to believe

that i had not played the fool

when reality ends when illusions fade

as they always do.

i guess i just have to

,make up another story,

said the man rushing down to hard

facts without parachutes,

no longer benign when stories

fall apart from the flaming arrows

hurtled by angry suns.

you, you, you

they sang in tandem

that is what made the spell

so very powerful.

you, you, you

and then i finally heard.

me, me, me

vibrated a trillion times

across the cosmos,

and quite frankly

it is all quite banal

because it is the same chorus

told by every living soul

believing their voice most unique.