Looking out from the clifftop into the big blue yonder
Me a small fleck
In a world that gives no feck
Still in innocence and wonder
I am gifted with choice and discernment
A present which I leave unwrapped
For to open it would be to accept the dance with grace
That unsafe music that I don’t want to face
Perfection shines its halfbeam of halo’ed light
Obscuring the shadows of the night with its sodium glare
Leaving Resistance the winner in a game of risk
That has not even started
Time slides moments my way
Dealing chips with the artful promise of a blackjack dealer
My possession and strategy is but the daydream of acquisition
So they fall from my grasp
Like grains of sand
I roll the dice and play
Ridden of existential confusion
Alongside matchstick men and women
Brittle and wooden
Hungry for the spark that sets them alight
Back in the game
The stakes are high
But it is time
And I’m too old to play
Pass the parcel
Copyright Fizzy Wisdom 2018
