SpoonfulOfDreams

I had a heart for dreams A head for heights Not risk averse Not one for scripts Or destinations life predicts But with no desire to wake Afraid to fall Or to rehearse Fluffing every line Eyes on the map, missing every sign Being untrained and unprepared I hit the rocks And what is worse I could not own Whatever I'd defused or I had blown I was subdued by guilt Who knows what for A petrifying curse Where every corner hides a threat Round which no expectation might be met Its hard to change Or shed a skin Forsake the nurse Detach the safety line Append no 'but' when I reluctantly declare "I'm fine" © Chris Price 2016

Smaller now the island seems The refuge, once, of hopes and dreams Is just a pile of bricks and beams Where doorways in are doorways out And certainties give way to doubt While reservoirs defer to drought The paper trail has washed away The oracles have much to say But not pertaining to today The path that led us hence is clear But where we are to go from here Needs wisdom that we must revere But we revere the seers no more Nor trust the mantle that they wore Our hope is not the hope of lore The orators in birthday suits Sew leaves of figs but bear no fruits We'll beat our drums, not heed their flutes We'll board a crusty ship of fools Defy the odds and break the rules With hasty plans and makeshift tools We'll chart a course around the horn Where bows are broke and sheets are torn Where futures are destroyed and born © Chris Price 2016