Have you ever Sat Up…
Abrupt and Alert…
Interrupting a Dream… A Fantastic Scene…
Of Safaris and Swashbuckling that Just Left you Chuckling...
About the Wonders of this Brain…
That Takes You To New…
Vast Higher Planes… And Wide Rolling Plains…
Of Endless Abandon…
Quite Far from the Random…
As This Was All Meant To Be…
Somehow Someway… That I Entirely Say…
Without Qualm… And Now with Open Palms…
I Sit Crosslegged and Calm…
Having Come Down from that High…
Down from On High…
For As I Sit Still and Lie…
In my Bed and Take Stock of the Time Ticked Off the Clock…
In the Middle of the Night…
I Knew I’d Take Flight in a Series of Dream Scenes…
Only to Awaken… Realizing I’d Been Taken…
On a Ride of Confide…
With Some New Angle Aspects…
Novel Body-Mind Prospects…
Like a Prospector of Gold from the 1840’s Rush-Gush…
California, Being the Golden State…
I Move Myself West…
Like Some Railway Fine Freight…
And Cannonball Myself Out of the Slumber Square on Bedposts…
Oh, That’s Not Quite the Shape... But At Any Rate...
Shapes of Dawn Start to Take Shape…
As Daylight Emerges in Daybreak…
Oh, Will I Just Have to Fake to Keep Up with the Rate...
Of Overnight Change…
Now a New Smorgasbord-Buffet-Range of Novel Horizons…
Has been Introduced to First Try On…
Now Sized-Up as I Stand in the Grandstand of a New Land… Applauding and Lauding The Fact of the Impact…
That Hits Me Like a Shot…
It’s So Cool and It’s Hot…
Both Sizzling and Whistling a Cool Tune from My Past…
Those Early Days when The Day Lasts…
Like an Endless Eternity Shared with the Fraternity…
Of a Best Fellow Friend…
In the Creek Up to the Knees…
Freedom Youth Singing to the Breeze…
A Song of Belong to the Earth and Beyond…
A Vastness of Range that’s Quite Hard to Explain…
But I’ll Take a Stab Anyway…
Because On this Good Fine Day I’ve Grabbed the Baton…
Of a Relay Race Gone…
Round the Bend of the Rules…
A Little Old-School…
Mixed with The Jewel…
Of the Fuel of Wise Experience…