Warm Fuzzy Coats

early morning eyes coated with late night dreams dust

a mind far from the worries

a mind far from the worlds lust

these minds need not protection from the diffusion of monotony

diffusion of crazy thoughts

thoughts of square jobs and stale donuts and

watered down coffee

that that is not who they are or want to be

their sleepy minds and eyes of

dreams will keep them until He calls them to be

their souls are as light as the clouds all use to use as canvases of the things held within within

minds and heart again and again

and their eyes as bright the star that breaths existence into things

where all they meet

they can’t fall for things too high to reach

they can’t stumble on secrets that hide their doubts beneath

they do not allow those who have fallen

to anchor their wondering minds

they can not succumb to the

crowds notions of the right kind

no.

no these minds are beyond the must and must nots

not because they can not but will not

will not ease into the shoulds the coulds and the woulds

woods are rather actually where they belong

among dirt trees nature and songs

songs of the free

songs of others think that could never ever be

these minds are the clouds in the sky

holding something precious

their eyes are the sun

that paint the atmosphere every day

day in and day out

out of their minds they seem

seem crazy and

and crazy they may be

but the peace surrounding their

seemingly still minds

is just a disguise of the things they have left behind

the complicated mush of what should be

because in all reality

those who don’t understand only wish

to be coated in dreams

do not try to awaken them to your sad cruel reality

reality is what you choose

you think this is breaking news

but you have always known

you have always known this

known this to be true and yet

you let and accept those who

who strip you of your beautiful

coat

please

please

don’t.