The Daily Occurrence

What are dreams but the fancy free Specific Notions of a life unlived?

Threads of thoughts are sewed with silver words amongst the white grey matter

Hoping that insulation will take hold and the mind not be a sieve

Much to do with fundamentals and foundations: more prior that latter

Oh cursed be the sunlight that falls on thy face!

Cursed be the moonlight that fains every race!

Inside balloons of comfort do our houses lie

When we should be upon the precipice: Closely always to die

Repeated motions stay for longevity

Old platitudes only give us simplicity

“But what of the sayings of the mentor?”

“They are as helpful as the Chinese minotaur.”

I dream constantly of daily occurrences

Which never occur

In your headway freeway every hour

Lies the grave grove of the common our