Big, square shaped, like a cube
That’s Billy my fifteen-year-old.
Slow, boring infinitely repeating
That’s Billy My Sixteen Year old
Large, Full of…
Well, I think we can assume young Billy is growing up, or sideways if you prefer.
The world is infinitely large or small, caring or indifferent depending on who you are;
In front of you lies a thousand or a million possibilities;
In so much as a whisper, your fortune can change
and this comes from one who has known for so long
as much as can be is only limited by what we see.
If you see the world as turning too fast then it will rarely if ever slow down
If you see the world as ugly then you will only see the grotesque;
If you see the world as kindly then you may be blind to cruelty;
If you see the world as sad then you may never ever be happy.
Insoluable in oxygen is this mystery; whereupon was found hate and greed
Perhaps there is too much to see and better off blinded are we
to the folding of compromise and how it reflects on ourselves on others, we care about.
Nigh is the King we crown when given the Royal Ring did say ‘ A ring for all, so all may sway’ Over and under the trolls bridge today.
Power it may be only held for a day but the memory persists like
pebbles in a stream not worn away from countless tries of the coldest water.
Be a pebble and persist in the gloom, in the mist. When it is darkest.
Away from here goes the crow. Didst thou see it grow? And sulphur from it’s beak glow burning yellow in the night?
The crones babble like the shallowest brook and catch its fish on their belial hooks.
A Young man is foolish, Let him learn at our pleasure they moan into their cauldron casting spells. Belial fortune they crown not men from the town.
It’s a lonely path said the psychopath blind in one eye and just scraping by.
It’s a golden road said the bewitched toad.
It’s a storm of Shit said Belial poking me in the eye.
Winding breaking off at places into the unknown is where you will find it.
What you are looking for. A Ha. A Ha. A Ha ha ha!
You may find it.