Sunshine Daydream

Sometimes the rain parts just long enough
for the feeling of life to settle in
and she can breathe.
These days in the clarity of peace,
her love for me bleeds through her sleeve.
It makes the struggle all worth the pain
and I too again begin to feel
whole.

Marionettes we feel we have become
puppets controlled by a madman
with a jester's heart.
We all dance, twirl and bow
we flicker & glimmer perfectly time lights
standardized
like a proper running computer program
so mechanically charged.

Somewhere in the strings jingle jangle
tugging, nudging nuisance
purpose becomes misplaced,
so easily lost thus it becomes
like the itch of addiction.

To again...

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