I's Realize

For Kisses, hugs, kisses, hugs, warm Being, Lovely as Lovely can be. This maybe will be in a book of mine.

I-
Not a man who gains fame,
Not a man who amounts to much anything.

A man as an aimless stream.
A man as a dream.

Rat-race ways,
Have stricken this body time and time again.

"Some of these days simply don't blend." speaks a trying I.

On I walks,
These days, now, a dying man-
Ready for the final strike!!!

"Playing tuneful Lies, lies, lies, lies." speaks a universal me;
Thinking of my naive questioning ways-
"What is it All mean?"
...

"Surely you know in your questioning!
It's All a No-thing...Thusly, Everything!"

So I's walk,
Not to win,
Not to defend;
For there is no loss to comeback from.
Only play.


You are the dreams,
Sincerly!
Because Eternity is never as close as the irreplaceable Now-
Fantastical,
Fantasam,
Hollow,
In the Whole.