droydavis

As I lie here I see my favorite scene,

Looking up from the grass so green.

A vacant car that makes no tracks,

A lost duck that cannot quack.

An omniscient dragon cannot see,

The white submarine in the bright blue sea.

My eyes go out of focus for the moment,

These figures were just built for my enjoyment.

With imagination I can make them anything I want,

While shaping my future seems like a taunt.

Even with the infinite possibilities,

I can’t make out the clouds in my head.