Sunny Skies As the plane flies south into California My long time no longer home turned Dystopian nightmare Minus the Sun The walks through suburban heights Golf course splendidly Suspended in time My childhood home turned Episodic terror Not like a cinematic horror Something real life That perpetually lingers As elderly fingers Tear apart the neurons of their mind Failing to grasp Truth Falling to despair and dread All the same I fly in and out On my whims Driven by duty and guilt change and sun The wheels will continue to turn Until I let go and free fall Queen of Seasons offers an escape from our rigid, rational thinking towards emptiness. Once empty, only then can you create. If you appreciate my work, consider subscribing or buying me a cappuccino. Paid memberships start at $8 a month. If you can't subscribe, you can share. Thank you to all the readers who support this site. It makes a difference. |