I opened up to the world in order to create the next day.
Yesterday was exillerating; I discovered a moment that overwhelmed –
Laughter and amusements within a simple setting – nothing special.
However, as with unpredictability the situation was like a golden pill;
A cure-all for the terminal pleasure seeker in distress.
I sat in the car with the realisation that recreation would level me;
Quiet pleasures in the sun tomorrow and everyday; keep to schedule.
I knew what the day would bring, I was convinced of it;
In bed I barely moved in dream-mode as the lights flickered relentlessly;
Dominant greens overlapping the shiny blue ether of eternal deep.
We were there, stopping and starting – the tears of summer joy.
Yes, the day will be created to fit the landscape image and ease the pain.
In silent embrace I allowed my contentment to take me through the night.
I opened up to the world in order to create the new day.
I sat, waited and processed, but nothing. The rain was unbearable –
Amusements closed and the faces solumn; whitewashed movement.
As with unpredictability the situation is encouraged by my mood;
Ever changing pathways of supposed order – lies in the open air.
I recreate to maintain this order, a new meaning for a happy moment;
The very pleasure is predictable, but my mind makes it unbearable.
Different Danny 