PREPAIR

hear me, the air will clear once again on the next day, be prepared, nothings the same, nothing is sane if, its insane not to go out beyond, to stretch our minds arms to that farther world beyond, we are already there, so why do we well up this agony inside, what is the truth then, that the fields out at sea wont float away, and bring us to our dreams.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Separate the lines. Would make the poem stronger and line stand out. Remind me of a Jim Morrison song. I like the ending. Sanity is over-rated. Better to know freedom and pleasure before you died. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[cfix]

I like this one, I found it quite lovely and hopeful.

[Cats Eye]

interesting write.