Fast Lane’s Long Ride
For so long
How simple the decision
Adolescent verve clinging
Teens
Young adults
Adults
Delivering but blurred lines
Yet clarity awaits
How arresting
When canvases stretched
Invite wash of honest hues
Beckoning clear eyes quenched by truth
Extending visceral pigments rich
Arcing brush tendrils of mind's synapses
Across learning's pleading fiber
At last accepting not colors by numbers
Risking instead a rogue's palette
A liquefied Philip Glass expedition
Traversing life's uplifts
Unconquerable peaks
Endless deserts
Fathomless oceans
Undefined infinity
To be…
To float within the darkness
Revealing for those of impetus
Time's universe of questions and answers
Those raised textures of joy's essence
The sensorial pleasure of knowing
Existence immeasurable
Realizing matter survives
Even after bodily demise
How comforting
How fulfilling
To think slowly
To nurture one's duration
Staving off acceptance into
The fast lane’s long ride
Personally, my slate was totally clean as I began my life. Constantly questioning what was going on through much of my early development. The brain is but a brain. When filled with conspiracy it no longer functions properly anymore.
Ron