| I woke up this morning thinking, WHERE ARE MY | | | | What a lovely opening... |
| RAINBOWS?!!I just want to know that there is an | | | | the doorway I mean |
| open possibility of seeing rainbows each and | | | | the one with bolted breaths |
| every day, maybe every second, ya know? I | | | | you remember that show?I stood there in my |
| realize it is all within my own power, I merely | | | | mind |
| need to obtain an objective viewpoint and spirit. I | | | | my compliments to the shadow |
| wake up each day with the same potential as the | | | | Red was not on my palette |
| guy in a grey flannel suit..hummm... I take that | | | | I reached for other colors |
| back, perhaps not 'every' potential. Get a grip I | | | | they simply refused their markI will take your |
| think. Unfold the daylight and meet the goals I've | | | | objections |
| set. OK... right after this poem."Solace and | | | | clearly |
| Consolation"Chaos and distortion | | | | I will point towards sleeping giants |
| I met my motivation for recovery | | | | wrap up their fingers |
| 'Twas bolted on the doorway | | | | just like mine |
| I muttered | | | | and waitTwist your arm |
| don't bother waiting | | | | Hold a hammer with your muted hand |
| or complain of irritations | | | | There is nothing charming about this wall I said |
| I paint over all gilded cagesI force my fingers to | | | | There is noting here to keep me amused |
| make a fist | | | | I am board with it |
| but oh | | | | I want to say I am finished |
| they refuse to bend | | | | and have you agreePastel |
| However will I recover?Yet there beside the light | | | | your breath I mean |
| cheese and wine are served | | | | What could you have been thinking? |