As I turn the console on
I see the small victory
which can be won
with a lot time on it
An nothing else
to unlock my dreams
and make them
more then just any ideas
on paper
For others to talk
An see a different light
at the end of a tunnel
which may or may not
let you out of
what may not be in your
favor.
Slay the right an
work it all day long.
To put a new song
in the mouth of dangers too
come sing them away
like a bad breeze blow in
my way
With a picnic basket
And the wine to wash away
the ungrapable moment
that turn sweet to more
on the vines side
giving you a different richness
of the pallet
Oh wine just like any thing
can be tricky with each bottle
different from another.
© lashes