Picking wild flowers
Clogs and whistles
Goats eating grass
Every day is given
All you do is take
You gotta know how
Nobody is melting
My bone is stone
More like a sponge
Not water but space
No implode explode shit
Expansion with my brain
But standing rock solid
Not travel but think
Never ever on your own
Don’t listen but imagine
To become real it first
Has to be imagined
Not bulging biceps
Or horns in my skull
Just a raft of dreams
And hope I gently pull
Not to go aboard and nose
But to smell the scent
Of A beautiful yellow rose.
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Concubine
And daisies ;
Picking wild flowers
Clogs and whistles
Goats eating grass
Every day is given
All you do is take
You gotta know how
Nobody is melting
My bone is stone
More like a sponge
Not water but space
No implode explode shit
Expansion with my brain
But standing rock solid
Not travel but think
Never ever on your own
Don’t listen but imagine
To become real it first
Has to be imagined
Not bulging biceps
Or horns in my skull
Just a raft of dreams
And hope I gently pull
Not to go aboard and nose
But to smell the scent
Of A beautiful yellow rose.
Anthony Mc Gann
29/5/25. 05:00.