Daily Stride

A Poem by Mellinic

Pick a side
That will divide
Into a distant ride,
Then we'll stride

Upon the open view
That we'll go through
Feeling pleasure of discomfort
We can shift and vert

Between the lines
Our minds will bounce,
Be compact of sudden shouts
Our eyes will be suprised
For what happens in our minds

Plumped from stranged hypnotize
Our minds are lead by lies
Like linguring flies,
Dazed little guys